It turns out that having someone else clean out your closets is more challenging than I expected. Helping Big Red go thru my stuff was kinda painful. It’s a little like watching an episode of Hoarders, but closer. Let me be clear, I didn’t have dead cats in my living room under piles of newspaper or anything, but I did get slapped in the mouth by several unfinished projects.
I couldn’t really bring myself to get rid of quite the volume I’d hoped for, but at least everything is all sorted and stacked neatly and waiting for the label maker. All I can say is Hooray! for right angles.
Then a couple of days went by and Red and I had the following text message exchange
Me: Thanks so much for cleaning out my closets. I really appreciate it. Now, what the f?!k have you done with all my socks?
Red: Socks? I didn’t do anything with your socks. That was Mom.
Me: What about my little blue bowls?
So anyway, now I can move around in my closets, I can see stuff and odds of making some candles have improved considerably since I can now see where my supplies are stored.
And FYI, I never did find those little blue salad bowls. They’re probably with my missing jeans.