Today . . .
my clutter fought back.
My best friend came down for the day, and I informed her that we were going to purge the clothes in my closet.
That’s another post coming soon. Likely titled, “How Best Friends Can Be Helpful and Scary at the Same Time.”
Since yesterday was Laundry Day and the clothes were actually all put away, we decided that any unused wire hanger could be trashed.
And there were quite a few of them.
She had to leave when there were still piles of hangers all around the room. Tonight, I decided that in an effort to not let the closet-purging-progress turn into hanger-tripping-regression, I should finish that part of the job.
Those things are evil. I knew this, but wow.
Grabbing a handful?
Physically impossible. They attach and tangle and unite and form chains and all kinds of other things that rebellious groups tend to do.
I was Kramer.
Finally, I decided to take them one by one and arrange them in my hand in an orderly way. (You know, how I should have done in the first place.)
Finally, I got those suckers tamed and in the bag.
Then I turned around and saw these:
And walked into the living room and saw these:
I think I’m finally done now. (But I hear the ones in the closet laughing and making plans.)
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