Tuesday, March 22, 2011

It's a start

So I cleaned out my little linen closet, and people, it wore me out.

You're seeing the "after" picture; I didn't take a picture of the "before" closet because it would be too embarrassing and because my camera had apparently been eaten by the closet.

But when I did find the camera I recorded just how many bags of crap gently used linens I hauled to the Salvation Army. All of this was in the closet -- plus the stuff I put back in, which completely filled that same closet.

It's some sort of miracle of physics.
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6 comments:

  1. JanaMMarch 22, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    Oh my gosh Liz! I have the same closet, but it sounds like you were in my closet! I had this strange nesting urger before Stephen's surgery and did the same thing. I'm not sure why. Was it becasue my sister in law was coming and never has anything out of place, was it nervous energy or for the fact that things kept attacking me every time I opened the Fred Flintstone closet? It is better, but geez, doesn't anyone know how to maintain those stacks? There's so much more to do, but I don't know where to begin. THanks for sharing the closet epidemic or physics experiment that I know all too well!

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  2. AdrienneMarch 22, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    LOL I agree. I have seen these types of physics feats at my house too though!

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  3. ChristineMarch 22, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    I recommend placing the linens in zippered plastic bags -- looks tidy and stays clean. I also organize my color and use but I'm a librarian and you don't have to take it that far.... --Christine

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  4. The MotherMarch 22, 2011 at 4:23 PM

    I use my linen closet for liquor. The linens live in the closets of each bedroom, sorted to the size of the bed in each room. Towels are in continous cycle from the washer, to the dryer, to wet and on the floor of the kids' bathrooms [lather, rinse, repeat].

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  5. AnonymousApril 1, 2011 at 2:34 PM

    Tall boy here -- and she wondered why I gave her the stink-eye when I heard the words 'Hey, can you help me with this one little favour?'. Best moment? When I filled a corner of her room waist high with stuff, and in a somewhat shocked voice she asked if that was it; her eyes got so big when I told her I was only half way done.
    (Oh, was that part left out? That the schleping of all the crap was my task? Though props to mom, talk about a herculean job.)

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  6. JaciApril 4, 2011 at 9:52 PM

    we just moved into our first house and our linen closet is slowly becoming a blanket catch-all LOL

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