Closet Reform

On what turns out to be rarer and rarer occasions, I get up the gumption to fling open wide my closet doors, crack my knuckles and dig into a physical sesh of what I have traditionally called "closet reform." Closet clean out. It usually, and of late, always, comes when the closet is bursting at the seams and badly needs it.

I've always had way too many clothes. It happens when two features carry through your life. 1. You buy very cheap clothes so you can afford to buy a lot. 2. You hate to do laundry so you will often buy new clothes instead of washing the clothes you already have. This all makes for an eventually stuffed closet...mostly, of course, of dirty clothes since, although I hate doing laundry, I'm not apt to throw the dirty clothes away.

This closet reform wasn't too bad. I'd last done one maybe a year and a half ago. It also helps that it's not a walk-in closet so it can't hold as much as in past living spaces and, of course, I have two other bedroom closets that store much less used clothes and items.

One of the categories of items that I rediscovered in this clean up was "Ties." I did cull down my tie collection several years ago as many were getting out of fashion but I kept some and they just hung in this closet on the built-in tie rack that had been installed probably at the time of this home's manufacture back in 1969 when ties were an essential wardrobe item. 

How much so even then for a man living in a single wide trailer in what was then even more rural Florida? You have to assume these trailers were made to spec and also many would have used them as vacation homes so it doesn't bely any critique on social status...heck, even as retirees they probably went out to dinner with the missus or with the other gentlemen to the local KKK meeting...what?! LOL. 

Maybe civil rights took time to seep its way down here back in the day?

Well I'm not attending any meetings, clan or not, and I'm sure not working anymore so I decided, as you can see, to put the remaining few in the garbage.

So long to the past and a bitter-sweet reminder of decades of the rat race in a professional life. You'll not be missed as I go "gently into the night" perpetually wearing my t-shirts and shorts.