The Leaning Tower of Sweaters

It happened again. The closets are bursting at the seams, begging for someone to come clean them out and leave only seasonally appropriate clothing behind. Unfortunately, that someone turns out to be me. Yee haw.

This isn't my real closet. I'm emphasizing my point with someone else's awful clutter.

Don't get me wrong. I'm always really happy to have the seasons change to warmer weather. But you have to walk before you can crawl. Spring might end with really lovely weather but it starts out cold and crappy. This means I have to check the weather every night to see what's happening the next day. And spring is a fickle beast, so you HAVE to check daily. I feel like I'm gambling! Should I take a sweater? Should I wear open toed shoes? There's so much margin for error!

What this means is that I have a 50/50 chance of having comfortable outfits picked out. If it's going to be 60 and sunny, I can get away with a short sleeve shirt, but 60 and rainy will be damp so I should bring a sweater. If it warms up and I'm wearing socks and shoes, I'm going to feel overheated but if it doesn't warm up, open toed shoes are going to make my feet feel like Popsicles.

The worst thing about the in between season is that your closets aren't quite ready to be changed over. I can finally put the turtlenecks away, but not the pants. I can pack up the heaviest sweaters, but I'll need to keep the light weight sweaters on hand. So my closet has half winter, half summer clothing and is confused as all hell. I get the awesome task of standing in front of it every night being dissatisfied with my clothing choices and knowing that there's a big chance I'm either going to be too warm or too cold if I choose incorrectly. I want the weather to catch up already and stop making me play the in between game.

As if having this closet quandary wasn't bad enough, multiply it by 5. There are 4 people in out house who have clothes scattered willy nilly in their closets and 5 with cramped dresser drawers. Thinking about cleaning out my own clothes isn't bad but when I think about having to do it 3 more times (Hubby's on his own) it gets downright overwhelming. I'm having nightmares about being chased by piles of outgrown clothes and being run over by shoes that are sizes too small. Because once you start cleaning out the closets, you find stuff that doesn't fit anymore. So you make a pile. And then another. And then before you know it, you have 4 garbage bags full of crap that you have to haul out to goodwill. (A.K.A. Putting the bags in the trunk for 3 months until they bug me enough to actually get them to goodwill.)

So right now, I'm stuck waiting for Mother Nature to get her act together. Which gives me a good excuse not to do any spring cleaning and hunker down with a good book instead. (Like I needed that much encouragement?!)

Lotto House would have closets like this in every bedroom.