Creating both a “capsule wardrobe” and building a wardrobe & closet simultaneously is a LOT more complicated than anticipated π§. Even more involved than prep’ing for the cross country relo/retirement in 2013. Honing & fine tuning my “Dressing Your Truth” skills, to say the least.
What has me stymied today? Looking into the empty, clean, pristine closet. Who’d’ve thought a perfectly bare hole in the wall would stop me in my tracks π€£. It’s a refreshing sight. A feast for the eyes. A calm harbour in a storm.
And the room definitely looks as if a storm roared through. Never knew a 3-foot plus a couple-inches closet could hold so much stuffed. It was π stuffed!
Realise my room is 8’x10′ with two windows; not much maneuvering room with bed, side tables, & dressing table. Add into the mix seven curious kitties and “Old Deuteronomy”, you can imagine the scene. Those old stagecraft lessons as a kid paid off, TeeHee.
I keep catching myself ruminating, “Why did I keep this? What was I thinking? Does this have any meaning/value to me now?” Thoughts go drifting off like spume on an ocean breeze, tumbling over sea oats and dunes. “Someone else may benefit from it now,” into the Donate Box it goes.
Dare’nt let Hubbykins anywhere near my room! He’s someone who lives from the perspective “I might need that… some day.” and “I’ll decide another day.” Interesting dichotomy even after 35-years of marriage and countless military moves.
Aah well… the mounting rails aren’t going to attach themselves π and stuff isn’t going to sort or purge itself, either.
Saw a wonderful quote the other day,
“Clutter is just delayed decisions.”