Do an internet search for help about organizing your life, and you inevitably end up looking at photos like this.
I find these pictures totally stinkin' hilarious. First off, this "closet" (more likely: a set built in a photographer's studio) is considerably larger than our living room. Secondly, it contains fewer clothes than Robb and I wear in a week.
But, hey, there's a room for the storage of this hypothetical person's red feather boa. So, clearly, that represents Real Life.
I'm still chipping away at my goal of decluttering my life.
Lately, I've been asking myself if I'm hanging onto things because they have a place in my current life. Am I storing things in hopes that some future life will have a use for them? Or am I holding onto them, because some past life had a use or desire for them? (Am I answering these questions, or just asking them? Well, maybe a Future Me will get around to that.)
Today, we did one of those cockamamie things that you're advised to do, when attempting to de-crapify one's life. We turned all of our hangers backwards on the closet bar. The idea is after you wear a garment, you re-hang it normally. And then when some magical period of time passes, you take a good hard look at all the clothes that you really haven't worn, and purge all the excess.
We'll see how well that works.