Today, with the help of a roommate, I purged my closet.
While I can always find an excuse for keeping any old shirt ("I'm sure I'll find pants to go with it," "I wore it last year" etc) she has NO MERCY.
Despite my pleading at times, I knew she was right. It was necessary.
So I now have half (really, half) of the shirts that I used to have and actual closet room.
It's exciting (and a bit scary).
Oh, but I'm keeping the clothes in boxes in the downstairs pantry, you know... just in case.
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