A sad state of affairs has come about at my house.
I have run out of wardrobe space.
We seem to have a drought of coat hangers, and the drawers are overflowing. You may be thinking the solution is just to go and buy some more coat hangers. Yet even if I had more hangers, there is no way I could physically jam another hanger into the cupboard. For someone who is a self professed minimalist, who loves nothing more than a good chuck out, why can’t I let go of my clothes?
It’s been clear for ages that something has to happen to sort this out. I stuff a sock on the shelf, I turn around, it falls back out on the floor. I put it back on the shelf, another sock falls out. I mutter under my breath that this is ridiculous. I start talking to the sock and threatening it, that it must stay on the sock shelf and that if it doesn’t I may have to resort to extremes and put it on the underwear shelf.
I have become the master of rearranging my cupboard so as to get the most out of the space. Everything is packed in like the perfect game of Tetris. Only nothing ever disappeared and now everything is full. Game over.
I’m extraordinarily attached to my clothes. I love each item and have put many hours into stalking and gathering them together. The stuff I bought many years ago I still love today. But I can’t live like this anymore. So I have started going through my clothes, and finding the items that are last on my list of go to gear. I’ve been brutally putting them on e-bay and selling them off. I have gained some coat hangers, and a little bit of money, but better than all that is the extra space, and not having to wrestle to get things into place. Now I just have to squash the desire to buy more and go find myself a new hobby.
Or maybe just get a goofy looking dog to share my wardrobe with!
