I've got some serious baggage.
I recently cleaned out my closet. I keep two categories of things in my closet - things which can be donned, and luggage.
I went through the don-ables first. (Shirts, shoes, sweaters, pants, jeans, blouses, socks, underwear, coats, hats, gloves, scarves. I don't have a dresser in my room. Makes finding things and putting things away really easy. If it's not in the laundry, my suitcase, or on my body, it's in the closet. End of story.)
Gave away things I haven't worn in a while or don't need. Put things too ratty to wear in the rag bin or trash. Easy.
My baggage, well, is the baggage. To wit:
Maybe not really so bad for someone who travels a lot.
However.
When I remove the bags that are inside the bags, the picture changes ever so slightly. Meaning I have to back up about three more feet to fit them all in the picture.
I gave away many. Make that many, many.
And no, that's not my closet. That's my office.
Recognize the light fixture?
It's the one I brought with me from my house in Milwaukee.
I brought a window frame from there too that I found in the basement. Didn't know what I was going to do with it, but I liked it.
It's been cleaned up and now frames one of my favorite things.
When I was 10, my dad made us four kids each a wooden storage box for Christmas. This was the tag that was on the box under the Christmas tree. Dad wrote it.
To Angela From Santa
Light a light
Take a seat
Read my books
And keep it neat
Merry Christmas
Of course I still have the box. It holds all my cherished childhood trinkets.
