My Secret Shame

This is my closet . . . 

But, um, this is my wardrobe (which only includes items that were hanging) . . .

On Sunday, I rented two clothes racks in an effort to stop the madness and purge my closet. Trying to get a tally for everything, I made counted of everything I had. I stopped counting at 400 pieces. I'm here to say that no one needs 60 cotton tank tops, or 65 sweaters. When everything was jammed in my closet it was easy to overlook the sheer mass of it all . . . but once it was brought into the open. Oh my. The shame.

After roughly 7 hours, I purged about 30% of my closet. While I'm sure I could have done more, this was about all I could handle in one day. Some things had never been worn and still had tags attached. Oh, and apparently I really like cardigan sweaters and peep-toe shoes.

As I was wrapping up, Dan brought home an early birthday present for me:

I can now say that all my clothes fit in the closet. . . though I think the next step is going to be a better organized space.