It's that time of year again for me. The time of year that I dread. My "D Day" if you will. I need to switch my closets over from fall/winter to spring/summer. Now I don't mean to make this out to be a mammoth task, but it honestly feels like that. I really shouldn't complain because it used to be so much worse. I am fortunate enough to have the closet space that I can simply move the clothes from my room over to the closet in the spare room. I do need to empty out my dresser and put the clothes into the rubbermaid bin and put the clothes from the bin into the dresser. That is a nuisance. And at the same time I need to separate out the clothes that I want to consign and pack those away to bring to the shop in August. Not to mention the shoes. I have to move all of those over. And if you have read any of my previous blogs you will know what an undertaking that is.
I know I really should not complain about it but it is what is taxing me at the moment and therefore is what I am relaying to my readers. I know that I am lucky to have the space. Wen I was in Peabody I would have to take everything off the hangers, fold and put it into the rubbermaid bin. Then have to unfold everything and hang it up in the closet. This used to take me an afternoon. I am not kidding you. So just moving one set of hangers from one room to another is pretty mild compared to what I used to have to do. It boggles my mind the people that have all their clothes hanging in the closet year round. Either they do not have many clothes or they have a huge closet. One of my dreams is to have a walk in closet that I can keep everything in. Each season would have a side and I could just go between the two. Of course with all the corresponding shoes under the hanging clothes. My next house needs this, and if it doesn't have it I will have David make it for me. Or have David hire someone to do it. Either way the end result is what is important.
Now that I have lamented about my task at hand let me explain what makes it difficult. It's the damn weather! If it would just stay consistent in the temperature department then it would be easy. I could get the job done and move on. But nooooo, it has to be 70 one day then 50 the next. How am I supposed to commit to the switching of the closet when the weather is schizophrenic??? This is my purgatory time of year. I'm stuck in this weird world of what to wear today? I can't get dressed until I have heard the weather report for the day. And that is annoying. Of course I can physically get dressed, but chances are I will be wearing the wrong thing. I learned a long time ago not to ask David what the weather was like. He does not have the same internal thermostat as I do( or as any normal human I am starting to think). And I am always cold if I follow his advice. Although after being together for 8 years he has learned my internal thermostat and has gotten better about helping me with my clothing options.
Getting dressed is a chore at this time of year. I know you are probably all saying how can she be complaining? She clearly has enough to wear. And I do have an ample sufficiency of clothing, in that regard you are correct. But a major issue, other then the fluctuating temperature, is that I want to wear my spring clothes. I am tired of the bulky sweaters and layers. Since I have started looking in the other closet I am seeing the clothes I loved from last year and I want to wear them. So now I have the "I'm tired of my clothes" fighting with trying to be sensible and not catch pneumonia all while doing this weird dance of hot one day and cold the next. Now tell me you wouldn't be frustrated in the same situation.Or at least pretend for my sake.
So what happens is that I start the switch, the weather changes, and I have to go back to warmer clothes. So I am afraid to pack anything away, because as soon as I do it will get cold and I will be stuck. Trust me this has happened more times then I can count. Which is why I am leery of the final putting away of the clothes. The result is that I now have clothes everywhere for all different seasons. The spare room is just mayhem for a good month. Boots next to flip flops, turtleneck sweaters next to tank tops. Trying to maintain a semblance of order is the true challenge. This chaos makes me slightly crazy, ok ok slight;y crazier than usual. Only once we have a real turn of the temperature can I relax. And when everything gets put away and the room is clean again I breathe a sigh of relief and say to myself I am so happy that is done. The good news is that I don't have to do it again. Well, not until the fall anyway.