I never had much to do with my closet, until I was trapped in it for three days! Before I explain myself you must know my closet.  It’s pretty large, especially for one person. When I give a tour of my house to someone who is a first time visitor, my closet seems to have a “wow” factor to it. It’s not movie-star spectacular or anything remotely close, but for an average person, it could be used as a small bedroom, or an office, or a nursery without windows.  I have upper and lower clothes racks and built in shelving surrounding the room. There’s a built in linen closet and I added an antique dresser that provides closet drawers in a lovely way. A cherry wood boudoir chair with a pink velvet upholstered seat makes perfect sitting to pull on boots or stand on to reach high shelving.

The other factor about my closet, besides its roomy size is the amount of clothes I have hanging.  Years and of dresses, tops and pants in a range of sizes are collected, waiting for a call to action.  I know shoulder pads left the scene years ago, and who am I kidding I will never be a size 8 again, so the question is, “why?” don’t I purge.  Now I’m ready. After 3 full days of staring at the full racks and hangers I’m ready to fill bins and give these dead soldiers a new home.