I Hate Doing This

I love clothes. It's almost a little bit of a sickness really. Okay. Not almost. It IS a sickness. Every time I have plans to go anywhere out of the ordinary, I buy something new to wear rather than taking the time to go through my closet and find something that would work just as well.

I'm extremely OCD about most everything in my house. There are, however, exceptions. My closet is one big one. I won't allow a crumb on the kitchen counter, but I'll stack clothes to the ceiling in my closet.

Well, it had gotten out of hand. I mean, really, really out of hand. In fact, my closet situation had gotten so bad that it was running out of the closet into the bathroom. I had gotten to the point of not hanging clothes up because there simply was no space on the rack.

There are clothes in that stack that I either tried on and didn't like how they looked. Or clothes that I wore once and just threw on the pile. I told Jeff today that the clothes situation had gotten out of hand. He said he thought the same thing just the other day. That sealed the deal. My closet must be cleaned out.

Like most everyone, I have spring and summer clothes and fall and winter clothes. I really wasn't quite ready to do the full switch. It's gonna be warm here for several more weeks. But in order to hang the clothes up, I was going to have to do some rearranging. And I was getting tired of going to my closet and seeing the same old summer stuff. I'm tired of pink and aqua.

So I went ahead and switched the summer clothes.

I had white T-shirts with a crew neck. White T-shirts with a V-neck. Loose fitting white T-shirts. Tight fitting white T-shirts. Several. Of. Each. The same with black. And how many aqua blue shirts do I need? I am sick.

So I emptied most of the summer clothes out of this closet and Jeff will put them in the extra closet when he gets home. I left some short-sleeved shirts to wear while it's still warm.

I filled up my closet with the fall/winter clothes that were in the extra closet.
I also made a section for "occasion" shirts. That's where I filed my Georgia Bulldog T-shirts, my Halloween T-shirts and, of course, my complete line of Christmas shirts. See, I told you I'm sick

And this is what I had left over.

Now, I would feel very guilty about this obsession I have with clothes. But I don't. And here's why. I will give those bags of clothes to Suz first. She won't be able to wear much of it, but she always gets mad when I give them away before she has a chance to look through them. Then after that, I'll give them to Crystal who will take them to work and share them with the girls there. Crystal's coworkers always love it when I clean out my closet.

I still have to bring my shoes down from the attic. And, here's the really sick part. I have a tote of my winter PJs. And also an entire tote of gloves, scarves and hats that will have to be brought down. I'm waiting awhile on that, though. It's not going to be cold enough here for flannel PJs or gloves and scarves for a while yet.

The great news is now that I know what I have, I know what I need to still buy to make my fall wardrobe complete. And it's not another white, black or aqua blue shirt.

Till tomorrow.