Behind this door lurked a closet stuffed full of vintage camera equipment, slides and reels, cleaning items, coats, board games none of us had played in years, and the world's biggest dust bunnies! So, there's no "befores" to show you, because in a fit of inspiration I gave it a clean sweep on NY day.
You're just gonna have to believe me that every time I opened this closet, I felt a little angry. It seems like we got to live in this house for about a year, with space to grow, then my MIL passed and we inherited 50% of the things in her house.
Mark wouldn't part with any of it.
I finally decided I had enough. His old coats went to live in Bubbie's closet. I hauled the camera crap out to the garage where it now has a dedicated space. Everything else went into the Goodwill pile. Then I made space for some other random items (Swiffer refills and haircut supplies), decided which games to keep (not very many), and called it good enough.
And now this closet is about a third emptier, and I don't promise I won't get rid of more of it in the future.
What's under the shelves? Two carrying cases full of old LP's ca. 70's and 80's.
And look! a crap ton of them above, too.
On the other side hangs my coats, the leaves to the dining and kitchen tables, a carpet cleaning machine, and the vacuum. Its always amazed me how small this closet is, considering this is a 4 bedroom house*. On to the next project...
Gina
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Should I save things for my peeps? Here is what I have decided about that: this house needs to work for me, as a home, not as a storage facility. In fact, I have asked them several times to come over and look through the items I am purging, to see if they want any of it. They decline. So in my view, all of the things left here are my responsibility to keep or toss as I see fit. I can either store them for a "someday" when there is no guarantee someone will want them, or I make space in here for me to live.
I choose space to live.
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