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When my husband goes out of town for a few days? I get busy cleaning and organizing. It’s so much easier to do when my resident hoarder isn’t around saying “No… you can’t throw that out!”

First up was our utility (slash pantry slash I don’t know what to do with it so stick it in there) closet. I was merciless and got rid of a huge pile of worthless odds, ends and scraps. And buried under all that crap?

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A whole lotta plastic wrap, tin foil and Ziploc baggies. When the next supply chain apocalypse arrives? We’re ready.

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After that clean out I moved on to our walk in closet. This is always a nightmare because I can’t resist a bargain when it comes to clothes shopping at thrift stores. I rarely take time to try things on when I’m there because hey… when a pair of jeans costs $2 and doesn’t fit? Who cares.

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Turns out our closet shelves cared because they were positively sagging under the weight.

Question- how many pairs of jeans and capris did I have to try on and sort?

Answer- 56.

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Nine bags of assorted jeans, capris, blouses, sweaters, purses and shoes ready to give to charity.

There’s nothing like a good purge.

It’s good for the soul..

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