Closet Case

I recently had a closet intervention.

Some people who care very deeply for me were very concerned about the state of my closets. I have to admit, I didn’t really think my closets were so bad. But of course, people with closet issues can rarely see their own stuff.

Actually, that was the problem: I had too much stuff, and I couldn’t see any of it.

Part of the problem was the closets themselves. We live in an old house with itty, bitty closets, and very few of them at that. It didn’t help matters that I crammed as much stuff into those closets as I possibly could. I stuffed my closet, my husband’s closet, and the kid’s closets. I stuffed the hall closet, the basement closet, and the linen closet. I put my stuff in every closet in the house. It didn’t matter to me… I had no closet boundaries. And since I didn’t know what was in there, I kept buying the same thing over and over. I was a repeat closet offender who clearly needed professional help.

Unfortunately, renovating my closets was not an option. There just wasn’t any way to make them bigger unless I took over my daughter’s bedroom, which was certainly possible, but probably not something she would go along with. I would happily sleep with my shoes. She would not.

Since I couldn’t fathom any other way to deal with the mess, I did what anyone else with closet issues would do: I ignored them.

Then one day a friend of mine suggested I hire a professional closet reorganizer. This person would come over to my house, look at my stuff, and give me some tips on what I could do to be a little bit less of a closet case.
It sounded like a great plan. My closets would get a makeover, I would be able to find all my stuff, my husband and kids would get their closets back, and no one would have to sleep with my shoes.

The first thing the closet lady told me was that I had to admit that my closets had become a problem and that I had become powerless over wire hangers.

Then I had to believe that a power greater than myself could help me restore the order to my closets.

Finally, my closets had to really want to change.

Then we went to work. We tossed. We arranged. We found the lost city of Atlantis buried under my shoes and Jimmy Hoffa behind my bags. When we were done, I assessed my cleaned-up closets. They were a color-coded, matched-hanger thing of beauty. I beamed at my clothes and gently, lovingly, closed the closet door. Then, not wanting to disturb the serenity of my gorgeous closets, I picked up my pile of clean laundry…

and stuffed the clothes into my dresser.

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10 responses to “Closet Case

  1. It is ALWAYS the closet’s fault. The fact they made one closet in a house to fit maybe 4 outfits and a Sunday hat– along with a rake and a washing board– is the problem. It’s not you. There is nothing wrong with denial here. (Quite frankly, I’m a classic closet enabler.)

  2. I *definitely* need a closet intervention! I have a huge walk-in closet with piles of shoes on the floor. {halp!}

  3. My problem is that I have 5 different wardrobes: 1.) feeling fine about the way I look 2.) comfy, but shouldn’t be worn out of the house in good conscience 3.) Formerly my fat clothes, now my, I’d be happy with clothes 4.) downright skinny, in denial that someday they’ll fit again and 5.) time is running out on “I just had a baby” but these are the clothes that I’ll wear till I lose weight. That’s a lot to expect out of a closet.

    • I hear you. I have that many times two, because I have all that for both winter and summer and have to rotate them out of the attic to the closet each spring and fall. I try to purge and organize while I’m doing the rotation but ultimately I keep everything because who knows if one day I might accidentally wake up five minutes before the kids are supposed to be in school and have to make a choice to either wear those clothes that shouldn’t be worn out of the house in good conscience, or my ducky bathrobe.

  4. This recently happened at my house too. But my closet cleaner outter was my mother. She was brutal. There may have been tears.

  5. Dang! I wish I had that problem. My poor closet suffers from a case of extreme weeding but absolutely no new growth. It doesn’t help that my husband and I have to share a closet and he has more clothes than I do.

    • You need to go to a CAbi party (or better yet, host one)!! This is a home-based clothing biz that is run like Lia Sophia (jewelry), Avon and Tupperware. The CAbi rep brings the clothes to your house, she does a fashion show for your friends, and then you get a discount on your purchases for every dollar your friends spend on the clothes. The best part (aside for the discount) is that the clothes are VERY cool and mom friendly (not cut high like mom jeans or so low your butt sticks out when you bend over like the teens wear). I don’t get anything for telling you about this, btw, I just really happen to like their clothes and it has been a great way for me to build my cool mom wardrobe! Here’s the site: