My small world
I had a brief back and forth with mrdreamjeans about ties a couple of days ago. I have one wadded up on the top shelf of my closet. He has something like 60. I wore them every day for four years in prep school and then periodically during a military career. Now, no more. I like T-shirts and old man Hawaiian shirts. And shorts. One funeral suit (not for my funeral.. .I go naked back into the cosmos, please, same way I got here). In fact my entire wardrobe is contained in two locations:
I've got five summer sun shirts, a couple of knit shirts, four winter long sleeve shirts, a dozen Hawaiian shirts, couple of sweatshirts, winter coat and the harness for Tobi hanging in a plastic bag that I can't return yet. And a bunch of shoes half of which I could get rid of and likely will soon. I have exactly the number of hangars I've got clothes. One for one.
And five drawers. Two drawers for T-shirts, one shorts, one jeans and long pants, and one everything else.
And my hanging robe/sweatshirt/toboggan tree.
That is it. Everything I ever wear. My commitment is for everything I buy I get rid of something.
And still I've got too much stuff, more than I wear.
I do like the simplicity. I like having this little piece of my universe under control. The rest of the house belongs to the dogs, cats and wife and is chaos. I draw the line at the entrance to my office.
The more I look at the closet.. the more I think I need to pare it down some.