Woooo! Yay last of the closet cleaning!!! All the hanging stuff and all the shoes, from both closets!
Uh, before:

Jackets: 43% GONE!
Robes: 100% GONE! FUCK YES. Okay, so that was one robe. STILL.
Shirts: 22% GONE!
Tank tops: 33% GONE!
Dresses: 31% GONE!
Skirts: 15% GONE! Though I feel like I actually may have lost count on this one, frankly.

I don’t know how much better that may look to the untrained eye, but that shit is a VAST improvement.
And then, ugh, god, shoes.

Okay. This is, admittedly, an issue.
My rule is that I will not keep anything that I will not wear. Nothing that hurts too much to wear, nothing that I cannot imagine having a reason to wear, nothing that is too worn out to wear, nothing ugly, nothing out of style (that I can’t claim will be back in style), nothing too stupid to bear. I will allow myself to keep things that are impractical, because otherwise I would be left with only one pair of black flats and my running shoes. I will allow myself a few “storage shoes” that may someday be taken by Lauren’s fashionable and hypothetical future daughters. I will keep those green velvet wedges that Ian hates with an inexplicable passion.
So.
Shoes: 47% GONE!
That’s not bad, damnit. That’s 50 pairs kept out of 94. I…almost didn’t admit that. Ian points out that this means I could have gone the entire summer without wearing any pair of shoes twice. He had guessed, before I counted, that I had 100 pairs, but I sure proved him wrong!! Wow. If I was being super-fair and rotation-y I would only be able to wear each of those four times a year! Yikes. That’s…sad? I mean, sad for my shoes, that I don’t get to wear them each more often. Not sad for me. It’s AWESOME for me. 50 pairs is many fewer. I am good at owning not-very-many pairs of shoes!

I now have a dedicated shoe closet! Weird. This may make it even harder for me to ever actually put my shoes back where they belong at the end of the day?
And holy crap I can even close the door!!

Hardest thing to get rid of:
I’m not totally positive, but I think these might be the first pair of Chucks I ever owned. I think I bought these in middle school, from some weird giant overstock-type sale at West Ridge Mall in Topeka, Kansas, and I felt like a FUCKING ROCK STAR. I still do in Chucks. If I ever really did have to survive on only one single pair of shoes? Chucks. Obviously. Low-top. Probably black. Anyway, these finally got trashed, but not until after I’d cut the tongue and side-vents out of one them, as a souvenir.

It was also kind of weirdly hard to get rid of some of these old things that I could kind of talk myself into believing were “90s retro.” (I did get rid of them, though. Those wedges were the hardest to get rid of, despite their extreme and unmitigated ugliness.)

Also this damn jacket, which I think I’ve worn like TWICE but which is SO GREAT. I SHOULD wear it more. I should TRY! It’s just…a weird temperature, and slightly too tight, and…I dunno. Kinda steampunk-y/Mina Harker-y great! And has good pockets! But. Pff. What do you wear it with? Should you wear something under it? What? Is it a jacket, or a shirt? No one knows.

I kept it. I don’t know.
Easiest thing to get rid of:
The Least Comfortable Pair Of Shoes Ever.

You know how sometimes, with really strappy heels with tiny thin straps, it’s like there are razor blades embedding themselves into your instep? Well these were like that, except THE STRAPS ARE MADE OF METAL. Why would anyone design a shoe like this??? It is a mystery. These are the only shoes that have ever made me walk barefoot on the sidewalk in New York City. I have NO IDEA why I still own these shoes. They’re gone, gone, gone now.
Most delusional moment:
“I bet somebody will totally want these hand-sewn dresses and shirts! I spent a lot of time on them and was really proud of them for a while, before I got good enough at sewing to realize they weren’t really very good! I’m sure they’ll be appreciated for that!”
So, uh. I didn’t take the photos of the stuff I’m trying to give away yet, but get ready for a whole lot of THAT.
Also, EXTRA BONUS CLOSET PS!! Ian cleans!

Well, fine. So his took him exactly 15 minutes and 12 seconds (he timed it), but mine is folded nicer! And also ps YES, he has about 14 inches of hanging closet space, and I have two closets – so what of it, mister?
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