Changing to a Winter Closet

closetTwice 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.

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About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises, I work as an "Associate Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and soon to be, spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 20 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. My own passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director. I am studying with the Ontario Jubilee Program. This new field I believe puts all my talents with people into one place which and may​ become something I can continue into retirement. Supporting people is what I do best. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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