With Sam, Jack, and Alex off to the Natural History Museum and an under-the-weather Quinn sleeping on the couch, I tackled a project that really needed to be done.
Without further ado, my coat closet and cleaning supplies space in all its "before" glory:
It's ironic that a closet that houses my broom hasn't been swept in quite some time.
I blame a lot of this closet's clutter on Alex's motorcycle gear. He has no less than three sets of pants and two coats/warming jackets stuffed into this tiny closet. Let me tell you, that stuff is bulky. Perhaps rightfully so, but it's still crapping up my closet. Let's see what I can do.
Well, first I can break a perfectly good plastic hangar trying to consolidate his jacket and pants overwear in a hanging position. That hangar gets trashed. My second attempt was much more successful.
On thing I found in the closet, but can under no circumstances get rid of, was Alex's beaver fur winter hat.
I know, I know: fur. I don't like it either. But Alex does. And he bought it in Alaska after the judge he was clerking for at the time pointed out the difference between down clothes and fur thusly:
"Geese fly south for the winter. Beavers don't."
Can't argue much with that.
And no matter how ridiculous I look in this hat (notice the little fur pompoms), Alex looks ten times as ridiculous. In an adorably Alex sort of way.
Some interesting things I found in the closet:
* Like six hundred tote bags. I love tote bags. And I have uses for all of them. I have great totes from my kids' preschool, from Joeymom's shop, from Asperger Square 8's shop (that's my quote in the red there: "I love my autistic child—AS HE IS!"), from Mommy Needs A Cocktail, from Land's End, and from the Alaskan Resource Center for Parents and Children. Only the last one didn't make the cut.
* I also like purses. I found six in the closet. One I'm getting rid of. The others get stowed away for days when I don't feel like using my seatbelt bag.
* Pledge. I found one bottle and was going to throw it away because one of my librarian friends told me that those of her ilk prefer Endust because it doesn't leave a permanent residue. After I found three more bottles, I only got rid of the two partially used ones. I don't want to piss Alex off after all, because apparently he likes this product. Note to Alex: Let's buy Endust from now on.
* Three separate kinds of silver polish. I got rid of all of it except for Wright's, because we all know that Wright's rules. And the others have been sort of ineffectual for me.
* Clorox Ready Mop pads. I don't think we have this mop anymore. Anyone need?
* Wood oil purchased at the Alaska Bowl Company. In Fairbanks. Where I lived nearly five years ago. Clearly I'm not using this.
* Prescription antibiotic ointment (in this closet?) that expired in 2005.
* A size 3T raincoat that hasn't been used since Sam was that size.
* A yellow down vest that I picked up at a winter clothing exchange this fall. I loved it when I brought it home, but the couple of times I wore it, I felt like, "HI! I'M WEARING YELLOW! DO YOU SEE MY YELLOW COAT? HELLO?! HELLO?!" I'll donate it to someone else who might feel more comfortable in it.
Here's what I got rid off:
Some of it got trashed, some of it got recycled, some of it got put in my "donations" box, which I am happy to say is regularly getting pawed through when I have people over to my house.
And here is my finished product:
I can't say it looks much different in the picture, but in real life there is a huge difference.
Total (fuzzy math) items for today: 8