Coming Out of the Closet - Literally
Have you ever had the problem where you buy a new piece of clothing, and when you bring it home, you quickly realize that there is no room in your closet to put another thing? Do you get a daily workout from pushing aside all of your clothing to get to a shirt that is sandwiched too tightly between the rest of your clothes? Do you have troubles sleeping at night because your clothes are peeking out at you from the dresser drawers because there is no room at the inn? Well, you are not alone.
This is a picture of the innards of a closet that was having similar problems. This person's closet needed cleaning out because she had lost weight, needed new clothes, but had no room for them in her closet.
This closet belongs to one of the sweetest people on the planet, my husband's "Grandmommy." She is a North Carolinian, born and raised on a tobacco farm. She knows the meaning of hard work and simple pleasures. She raised two girls to be successful and happy woman, and cherishes her grandchildren, their wives, and her great-granddogs. She speaks with a sweet southern lilt that could not be imitated by even the most talented of linguists. She exemplifies Southern Belle, only not in that gross, two-faced way that so many of us know about these days, but just an honest to goodness do-gooder. When she is not quilting with her sisters or making her famous corn pudding, you could find her tending to her handsome husband, who she married at age 78, after both of their spouses had passed away. And if you don't think that is cute, well then, let me give you a picture of her surrounded by her lovely daughters who would do anything for their cherished mother!
So anyway, back to the closet. After hours of coaxing and trying on, we eliminated more that half of the clothes in her closet and sent them to the Salvation Army, so they could find a new home for people who need them.
Grandmommy has been experiencing back troubles lately, so would probably have not been able to do this on her own. So her interior-designer-daughter, Melanie (another "WE" - see below) and I pulled everything out that did not belong, inventoried the belongings for tax purposes, and hauled it to Salvation Army. It was a days worth of work, but now our Grandmommmy is the proud owner of a perfectly organized closet with room to grow (her wardrobe, that is).
In other news, it was one of many closets in this sweet couple's North Carolina home. So stay tuned!
This is a picture of the innards of a closet that was having similar problems. This person's closet needed cleaning out because she had lost weight, needed new clothes, but had no room for them in her closet.
This closet belongs to one of the sweetest people on the planet, my husband's "Grandmommy." She is a North Carolinian, born and raised on a tobacco farm. She knows the meaning of hard work and simple pleasures. She raised two girls to be successful and happy woman, and cherishes her grandchildren, their wives, and her great-granddogs. She speaks with a sweet southern lilt that could not be imitated by even the most talented of linguists. She exemplifies Southern Belle, only not in that gross, two-faced way that so many of us know about these days, but just an honest to goodness do-gooder. When she is not quilting with her sisters or making her famous corn pudding, you could find her tending to her handsome husband, who she married at age 78, after both of their spouses had passed away. And if you don't think that is cute, well then, let me give you a picture of her surrounded by her lovely daughters who would do anything for their cherished mother!
So anyway, back to the closet. After hours of coaxing and trying on, we eliminated more that half of the clothes in her closet and sent them to the Salvation Army, so they could find a new home for people who need them.
Grandmommy has been experiencing back troubles lately, so would probably have not been able to do this on her own. So her interior-designer-daughter, Melanie (another "WE" - see below) and I pulled everything out that did not belong, inventoried the belongings for tax purposes, and hauled it to Salvation Army. It was a days worth of work, but now our Grandmommmy is the proud owner of a perfectly organized closet with room to grow (her wardrobe, that is).
In other news, it was one of many closets in this sweet couple's North Carolina home. So stay tuned!