Twice a year in my closet there is a changing of the clothes. When the season changes so do the clothes and who knows why. Part of the reason is a lack of space and the other is just plain old tradition. It’s not my favorite job but I’m always glad when it’s done.
Putting away the summer clothes and digging out the winter stuff is something I have done around Thanksgiving weekend for as long as I can remember. The opposite process happens on Victoria Day weekend in May. The timing may have to do with an extra day off but is also conveniently placed around the changes in temperature in this Canadian climate.
A huge part of the sorting process involves getting rid of things I don’t wear any more. Since I had a house fire many years ago and lost many things others could have been using I’ve been a bit anal about getting rid of things that haven’t been used in a year. This of course is in direct conflict with the practices of the other person who lives here. He believes if it hasn’t been used that it may be some day so we should not only save it but also get a couple more just in case they are needed. Conflict ensues.
My stuff at least finds its way to the Salvation Army if it hasn’t been worn in the year. This time fewer bags than other times and I actually got him to get rid of some socks he never wears so some persons toes will be a little warmer this year.
The other wonderful part of the process is that things get folded and put away properly. Tee shirts are all pretty and in a row on the shelf. Underwear drawers are all sorted. PJ’s are in their proper place and sometimes things even get moved a bit to suit a better system. This year it was the socks. They made their way to the drawers in the spare room which also serves as closet and dressing room. Much more convenient for everyone than having to sneak into the bedroom dresser in the dark to find socks while the other person tries to sleep.
I have been accused of keeping things in strange places but when you have limited space you have to get creative. The spare towels and sheets are in dresser drawers because there is no linen closet in this little, old house. In fact there isn’t even a closet so a long bar hangs along the wall of the spare room and serves as closet.
And yes, the blouses, sweaters etc. are all hung according to colour and each section has a different style or colour of hanger…at least on my side of the closet. There is no order on the other side.
Feels good to get the summer stuff put away. It’s nice to feel organized even if it only lasts for a few weeks. At least twice a year I know exactly where everything is. The next adventure in getting things out will be Christmas decorations.