de facto redhead

My lovely Elga two-door wardrobe from IKEA, and the pretty Malla boxes that look so neat and tidy inside it. Please ignore the finger smudges on the doors. I just washed them yesterday, for God’s sake!

Voila! My latest closet, newly installed a couple weeks ago (thanks to the Darcys, both brother and boyfriend, and dad for putting it together!). The reason for its purchase was because the closet in the bedroom seemed too small for me, as I have more things to store than Darcy, and the closet just seemed more practical for him. Lies! Ahem…

During these initial closet discussions, I had the bravery to suggest that if all of my things didn’t fit into my wardrobe, perhaps, maybe, I could use the spare space in Darcy’s closet? This idea was met with one of the most withering looks I have ever seen. I saw this look a few times over the course of the clothing-storage saga, which reached its climax when I was emptying my boxes and putting away the last of my clothes. Interrupted by the need to go to Wal-Mart for a second time that day to buy hangers, I was then accused of being a hoarder, and then told that I absolutely had to get rid of some clothes. Filled with panic, I refused to do anything about the hangers/space/clothes problem for about an hour. Instead, I stewed about what to do, even though Darcy was right and the answer was obvious: bye-bye clothes.

Since I had to perform this tricky operation, I decided to be ruthless in its execution, and started going through my closet and the piles of clothes on the bed with wild abandon. This had a small stain! That had a small hole! This was slightly ill-fitting! That’s an old T-shirt! I haven’t worn this in a long time! Bonanzas, bozos, and bazookas!

Breathless but satisfied with my progress, I called Darcy in to take a look at my two boxes of discarded items. “That doesn’t look like very much” was the response. I stared at him blankly.

Suffice it to say, nothing else was put in those boxes, and they made it to the Salvation Army as is.

See anything you recognize from previous posts?

And, just so you can see what I passed on, here is Darcy’s closet. As you can see, he doesn’t lack for clothes, either, but I’m pretty sure I could still fit some things in there…

Darcy’s wardrobe on display in his Selectives Custom Closet Organizer and Skubb boxes.

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