We have a decent-sized walk-in closet, but it’s pretty stuffed. Carol will periodically ask me to clean out some of the clothes I no longer wear so we can throw them away or donate them.
While I do enjoy organizing and keeping the closet lean and mean, I don’t at all enjoy trying on clothes to see if there’s still life in them. So, whenever she makes the request, I procrastinate. She then bugs me about it for weeks. It’s not for everyone, but it works for us.
Procrastination isn’t the biggest hurdle to a clean closet, however. Here’s a conversation we’ve had on several occasions after I’ve finally relented to her constant bugging.
Carol: What’s that pile of clothes on the bed?
Me (proudly): I went through the closet to clean out some old clothes. We can pitch them.
Carol (picking up a ten year old shirt I haven’t worn in six years): You’re getting rid of this? I love this shirt.
Ipecac’s Head: KABLAMMO!
Carol wins!
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