|This is my dog Sugar.|
|She is enjoying the springy smells.|
|Nod 'yes' Sugar!! Cmon, nod 'yes'!!|
Ideally I'd have a large closet, and I mean a really LARGE closet. One that would resemble something from Clueless, with one of those drycleaner-like, conveyor belts. Unfortunately that isn't the case. I have a normal sized closet. But I am happy to report that I am able to store a whole whack of Rubbermaid totes, full of clothing, in my garage.
Still there are problems. I have a LOT of totes - filled with lots fabulous clothing. And because I have been hitting too many thrift store sales, the amount of clothing I have is out of control. So I've spent the last week purging my collection. It's not easy to weed through clothing - but I gave myself the goal of getting rid of a third of my
|A third has to go!! Just not the leopard print skirt :)|
After a few days of weeding I've become remarkably ruthless. Plus I've been labelling the totes with descriptive labels such as, "floaty dresses", "wool blazer, including fabulous powder blue skirt set", or "thermal underwear and really warm fleece sweatshirts". This means that if the capricious, bastard weather gods decide to favor us sun-starved, northerners with sunshine, I can pop into my garage and pull out a tote labelled, "floaty dresses". If the weather forecast calls for 50 km/hour gusty winds, then I can pop into my garage and pull out a tote labelled "skirts that won't fly over my head in the wind". Ahhhh, being organized is bliss, innit?