The perfect match.
Yes, I was feeling swallowed up by all my things after being sheltered-in-place for the last 5 (or was it 6?) months now.
Especially by my hand-made clothes and that unrelenting fabric stash. Oh, my.
I pulled out all my clothes in one place...
No, I didn't make an art installation out of it (darn!), it was more like a mountain overflowing the bed. I did, however, manage it somewhat by excavating one sub-category of clothes at a time. That would be "tops." I did want to be able to sleep on the bed every night after all. And I have a lot of clothes.
No, I don't have any pictures of the process. I was too involved in it. You're supposed to gather all the clothes from wherever they might be in the house. (Excluding those of my spouse. He has the bare minimum anyway.)
I did include my mother's stuff that had been left untouched in the so-called guest room since she passed away 6 years ago. And the enclosed back porch off my sewing room which contained all the clothes I was going to recycled. aiyiyi. You can't imagine.
I actually ended up trying on everything to see if I liked it, if it fit, if I would wear it, and most importantly if it "sparked joy." If it did, it went into another pile in the adjoining room for saved "tops." The discarded items went into a black garbage bag for Goodwill. My husband put them in the car right away so I wouldn't be tempted to go through them again. They went to Goodwill at regular intervals.
I kept track of how many bags went out and how many piles stayed in. Tops: 4 out, 4 in. Of the 4 to keep: 2 summer, 1 winter & 1 to mend. The whole process for tops took 2 days.
Stay tuned for the next update.
p.s. I started tidying on Wednesday, July 8, 2020!