I read Jan Wilberg’s post about closet cleaning. I realized that I moved well beyond basic closet cleaning.
I need professional help.
I need a squad of strong men and women armed with big, strong plastic bags who will march into my home. Preferably armed. They will go to my closet, pushing me aside. Even if I scream and beg, they will ignore me. When they finish the closet, they will take on (gasp) the dresser.
They will remove every outfit I haven’t worn during the past year, which is almost all of them minus the one or two “dressy” outfits that who knows, I might someday need. They will ignore my cries that I might someday be a size 10 again. No really, I will.
Then, ignoring my wails and moans and begging, they will march out of the house and donate all of my unworn if slightly hanger-worn clothing to those who might find some better use for it.
After I recover, probably after taking a fair number of calming medications, I will be grateful. And I will finally be able to find the clothing I really wear. Please, send the pros. I need them.