...or it can make you sick. I have cleaned out my half of our walk-in closet. I noticed my cold-weather clothes were getting all tangled up with my warm-weather clothes, so I decided it was time to store the summer stuff and move the stored sweaters to the handy shelves in my closet.
Turns out it wasn't enough just to move things around. There was too much to store and too much to keep handy. That's where the purging came in—I took some big leaf bags to the shelves and drawers and started pulling out things I no longer wanted. I found things I haven't worn in a couple of years and things that haven't fit in a couple of years and things that didn't fit the day they arrived in the mail. That's always a problem when you order clothes from a catalog, but you're supposed to return or exchange the things that don't fit. What I have done instead is keep the stuff because some day it just might fit.
Who am I kidding? During this cleaning exercise, I decided to be ruthless and to bag up anything and everything I can't or won't wear right now. No exceptions. No room for sentiment. No room for blind hope.
Before I knew it, I had four leaf bags full of clothes, enough to fill up my trunk and enough to justify a trip to Goodwill. Once the clothes were out of the way, the dust bunnies floating along the edges of the closet became more apparent. To my surprise, they weren't dust bunnies at all but full-grown jack rabbits. I vacuumed them up but not before I had breathed in enough dust to trigger a lung infection and had to trust my immune system to kick it in the butt. It did.
Here is my question to you: do you save clothes just because they might fit some day or because they have sentimental value?