Two days later, it was again a picture of total chaos and I, she of the limp pasta backbone, gave up. When my youngest sister was here, a couple of weeks ago, I focused her laser-like attention on my pantry - mostly because I was not ready to face what had to be done in the closet.
It was ridiculous. So.
Yesterday, I turned this:
It took most of the day and six cups of tea. There was a lot of attempted 'help' by the kids. I realized that just rearranging what was there would not fix the problem. There was too much 'there'. I filled two large trash bags with clothes, one of trash, another bag with shoes and put together a different system for my sweaters. I find myself opening the door and looking inside, every time I pass by. I almost dislocated my shoulder, patting myself on my back. Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg, but now I know what has to be done. (And, Marie Kondo, if you're reading this - as if - yes, I still have all my long, colorful scarves/shawls that I have never worn. They bring me joy and I love thinking about the day I will swan about, swathed in pale blue mohair, creamy cashmere or paisley silk with fringes. Don't hold your breath.)