There’s a list taped to my bedroom wall right now called Let’s Organize My Life. It’s about twenty items long, all the kind of “oh right, I should do that” stuff we know is good for us but continually leave until later. Scanning and saving important documents, making an honest-to-goodness budget, finally putting all my spare change into a Coinstar — that sort of thing. Each medium-to-scary-sized task will move me closer to perfect balance, understanding, and control of my environment while wrapping me up in the warm blanket of accomplishment. Or so I tell myself. Virgos gotta virg, y’all.
I started this list well before the election because I was stressed out about it and have always tidied my way through tumultuous times. I cleaned the entire house the day after my ex and I broke up a few years ago; it’s a thing. I’m a firm believer in small wins — they pile up, even when everything else hits the fan, and in a blink it all feels a little more manageable. You have concrete evidence of your ability to make something happen. Cleaning is my go-to example since the results show (relatively) quickly. You put in the work, your living space looks awesome, great job, pop on those rose-colored glasses, you’ll be okay.
With Trump looming and appointing and doing whatever the hell else he’s up to over there, my “clean it up!” instincts kicked into even higher gear. And honestly, it helped way more than I even thought it would. So whether you’re also looking for ways to pull yourself out of the grief pit or you just find methodical task completion very calming, here is my journey through Let’s Organize My Life #16: Cleaning Out My Closet. May it inspire you toward your own small wins. Consider them prep for the revolution.
The Setup
Before you ask, no: I have not read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up or Spark Joy or any of their ilk, because I am frankly terrified to. I can’t imagine who I’d become if my cleaning and rule-following tendencies were allowed to collide in that way. If I’m already this obsessive without a formal neatness methodology, let’s not even go down that road. So any resemblance is purely coincidental (and a sign that I am very intuitive about cleaning, I guess). But I still needed a framework to help tackle this thing.
I decided to divide the stuff I wasn’t keeping into Recycle and Donate categories, meaning the endgame was to throw nothing away. I was also not necessarily looking to get rid of or replace a ton of clothes — just be honest about what I’m not wearing anymore and give that stuff a loving home. I decided to donate to the LA LGBT Center’s Youth Center on Highland, which accepts “gently used” casual, professional, and winter clothes for homeless queer young folks. It felt more intentional and proactive than just dropping it all off at Goodwill, both because Goodwill pays some disabled employees a subminimum wage (which is totally legal and total bullshit, by the way) and because I wanted to know where my clothes would end up, and who they’d end up with. Really, if I can make one decluttering recommendation, it’s this: pick a specialized donation destination whose mission matters to you. It will help you part with so much more stuff. Seriously.
My clothes storage space can be divided into three sub areas: the drawers, the closet, and the coat closet. I decided to take them on in that order, with the two I use most heavily up front. Decluttering recommendation #2: get the big jobs done first.
With my attack plan in place, I made my bed (first small win of the day!), fired up the background music (Christmas tunes) and prepared to get ruthless.
Let’s do this.
The Drawers
Before and after: an exercise in folding more neatly
I wasn’t expecting to make much headway here because I use something from these drawers almost every day. How much extra could really be hanging around in there? Quite a bit, as it turns out. But! This area also boasted the highest concentration of Solid Keeps, including:
Donald Trump can pry these from my cold, dead hands after I’ve helped all my friends successfully run for office.
Hi, everyone.
How could I not.
I found this and changed immediately. Have worn it every day since.
I also didn’t expect to run across a big ol’ pile of Feelings in the second drawer down, but there they were:
I didn’t wear shorts for a solid decade (even though it is consistently a million degrees where I live) because I thought cerebral palsy made my legs too bizarre to pull them off. I can’t build much muscle in my calves, so I long assumed they wouldn’t hold up next to my giant shoes (more on that in a minute). Since hitting my fashion stride, I’ve realized that shorts are wonderful, I look very cute in them, and I deserve to wear what I want, thank you very much. All shorts stayed on principle.
I parted with some white sweaters — because neat as I am, I will always spill on white clothing and it’s time to get real about that — along with some holey workout shirts that really deserved retirement and some otherwise fantastic items that just never quite fit. RIP, dinosaur shirt. May you find a new and better life.
Items donated: 17
Items recycled: 10
The Closet
Before and after: if you doubt the difference, look at the floor
I’ve been out of here for years (ba dum chh — sorry, I had to) but some great stuff was still hanging around!
If you’re feeling down, a purple bomber jacket will help. God bless this thing, I’m never getting rid of it.
This grandpa vest has been woefully underused and that just will not do. It now has a prime place so that I never forget about it again. (Fun fashion fact: pretty sure I originally bought this as part of a Halloween plan to dress up as my dad.)
Speaking of vests, here are some staples of my A-Camp wardrobe, for obvious reasons.
Sometimes you purchase a perfect gem long in the past that reemerges to complete your “professor-in-training” look. For me, this bag is that gem. How did I ever leave you? Please forgive me.
I kept these shoes for so long because the color is unmatched, I think we can all agree. But check out how crooked those soles are now. Like, the inside part of the heel is not even on the floor anymore. That’s what cerebral palsy and orthotics will do (for real, there’s an entire blog about it). With that kind of wonky weight distribution, even the toughest footwear only hangs on so long. Farewell, friends. You served valiantly.
Items donated: 18
Items recycled: 6 (all shoes)
The Coat Closet
Before and after: isn’t it so soothing?
By this point I was riding pretty high on organization as self-care. I even forgot about the election results for a second. I haven’t been able to do that since November 8 at approximately 5:00 PM Pacific Standard Time. So I more than welcomed this distraction that, I’m serious, did a lot more good than I even anticipated. It felt great to watch the bags of donateables pile up and the clutter in my immediate environment dwindle. My mind and heart are a mess, but damn it, my home doesn’t have to be.
The coat closet held many relics of past years I was ready to let go. Almost nothing in there was beyond saving, but much of it deserved a better home than I can provide.
Obviously I kept this one though. I affectionately refer to it as my “8-Year-Old at Chuck E. Cheese in 1996″ jacket. In addition to all the splendor you see here, it is also fleece-lined.
I had a Scarf Thing for a while, here are its remains.
Two lessons: 1) always check your pockets, you never know what you might find and 2) if you haven’t worn a jacket since March of 2014, it’s probably okay to bid it farewell. Bonus lesson: 3) I am very gay.
Items donated: 14
Items recycled: 1
Total items donated: 49
Total items recycled: 27
Check out those final tallies! Not bad for an emergency stress clean. Don’t you feel at least a little better? Whether or not you’re super into tidiness, I hope you find yourself a small win this week. Do or write or say or make something that will make you feel like you matter and have impact and affect your world. Because the fact is you do — and even if you have to start with the smallest, most inconsequential way to show it, you’re on your way and better than before.
I strongly suggest stockpiling those tiny moral victories in the closing weeks of this disaster year. Build momentum however you can (even if it’s just cleaning up your immediate environment to start). Knowing I could take on a task and see it through, start to finish, reminds me that the same is true for my writing and my activism, too. I will literally start 2017 with my house in order — and the work I’ll do from there will be much better for it.
So take a deep breath and let’s get organized. We’re gonna need you in this fight.
You don’t need to read the whole book, but you should check out the Marie Kondo method of folding. She teaches to store things vertically, so you don’t end up with a pile of neatly stacked clothing getting ruined when you need to pull something out of the bottom. The rest of the book I could take or leave, but the folding method has made keeping a clean dresser easier.
That’s how my t-shirts are folded now! SPOOKY. I see you, Marie Kondo.
You’re welcome <3
this makes so much sense; thank youuuuu.
This just broke my brain a little? I clearly need to fold and store this way.
Is it worth buying a book just for that technique or is there someone on youtube that would also give me those skills? (With bonus demonstrations which I probably could use as I like visual aids :) )
Yeah, just search for the “konmari” method on Youtube, there are definitely videos and gifs out there of the folding.
SO MUCH CLEANING COMPERSION
AHHHHHH where did you get that body by foucault shirt ITS GR8
My friend makes them and she can print to order! Email is parenthesesy@gmail.com!
wow where did that space vest come from
Modcloth! Really worked out when my A-Camp cabin was called Star Power.
Yes. Want. Just transpose North American Nebula on the back, Ring Nebula on left front, Pleiades (7 sisters, Subaru) on the right front.
You are SUCH a virgo and I want to borrow that 8-year-old-at-Chuckie-Cheese-in-1996 jacket.
My stress cleaning right now is (finally) transferring all my DVDs and Blu-Rays to nice binders and recycling a massive amount of useless plastic.
I’m seriously contemplating moving to Europe next year with just a minimal amount of stuff and contracting an estate sale company to just deal with whatever is left. Reboot in a no-Trump zone where I don’t feel like I’m surrounded by a sea of conservative idiots who are indifferent at best to whether I live or die. Not that Europe doesn’t have their idiots too (nationalism is rising worldwide) but I’m just not dealing with this particular brand of America at all.
In the meantime, cleaning helps.
I love everything about this.
i love this
did keely tell you that i spent my entire saturday compulsively cleaning because of my fomo i mean because of the election or what
I’ve never been prouder of our friendship.
This is just so damn satisfying to my lil gay Virgo soul.
P.S. That grandpa vest is ? ? ? ? ? ? good shit.
Thanks for this article! Not a Virgo (Gemini sun / Taurus) but I’ve been doing similar things – yesterday I cleaned my room a bit, today I did two loads of laundry. Keeping my environment clean and fresh has been helping me stay sane, and focus despite being recently unemployed ✨
First things first, your selfies and clothing are too adorable.
Secondarily, how do you recycle clothes? I always wear things until they are threadbare and full of holes, far beyond donatability. But one can only use so many rags around the house…
I have been looking into that! I may end up using a dropoff bin like UsAgain (usagain.com), though apparently there are possibly some sketchy political connections there? So I am researching that and looking for alternatives that are more local (which I would prefer for a number of reasons). I will report back with what I find!
Cool, thanks!
towels and washable rugs are good for humane society – liners for kennels.
If it is a dead piece of clothing, trash it. I used to clip off the buttons on shirts, but I don’t do this anymore unless the buttons are nice – I have a zillion pearlized plastic buttons.
I love this, I started making my own list while going through yours. I borrowed your closet cleaning goal and I worked from there. I’m so excited, I am in love with that space vest. I would rock the hell out of that!
YES CLEAN EVERYTHING
Oh man! I hadn’t realized it until reading this article, but the weird compulsion I had the other day to review all my financial things in detail probably came from the same “tidy up to make the world feel less awful” drive.
<3
Ohhh, I feel this hard. Yesterday I tore apart half my room, vacuumed it, and put it together again so that I can find the things I care about rather than whatever ended up on my bedside table months ago. This included sending various odds and ends to the trash and recycling, which is super challenging for me; I’ve even coined the term “undergrowth” for the useless little things that end up covering my floor if I don’t pay attention. I worked until I ran out of steam and then threw the rest in a big messenger bag for later.
Yup, the day after the election I checked the news, cried, went to class, cried, cleaned the bathroom, cried with friends…
Have y’all seen Unfuck Your Habitat (.com and on tumblr)? It’s the best.
WELL there go my next few hours. So many beautiful clean rooms…
Carrie, your ‘Out Of This World’ sleeveless jacket, though. I remember seeing it across the mountain, loving it, and spending a whole day trying to work out how to tell you how great it was.
If I remember rightly, I think I just shouted ITSAWESOMEANDILOVEIT.
I stand by it as an appropriate reaction.
“Really, if I can make one decluttering recommendation, it’s this: pick a specialized donation destination whose mission matters to you. It will help you part with so much more stuff. Seriously.”
This is such a knowledge bomb. It makes so much sense and I just NEVER THOUGHT OF IT. Thank you!
There are often community free stores, homeless shelters, immigrant resettlement centers, St. Vincent de Paul (burned out people needing basics; also the thrift stores), and in my city, a free store for the Syrian and African immigrants run by a local mosque in association with the International Institute.
Yay to 99.9% of this! Nay to Coinstar* – see if your bank has a coin counter (a few different ones around now do) and they won’t charge the 7% or whatever ridiculous fee Coinstar does. Seeing as you haven’t gotten around to it yet, that will let you keep a little bit more of your change. ;-)
*Autocorrect kept trying to turn “Coinstar” into “Constar”… I see what you’re doing there, autocorrect.
Ooh, I was going to just get a gift card to somewhere via Coinstar (which apparently lets you keep the whole value) but I will also look into this! Thank you!
Um…I have suggestion for somethings to donate and which places to donate them too, other than cheering about Carrie’s lil callout on Goodwill nasty ways of course.
Some of us are cutting ties with compulsory femininity. Or are in the process of doing so in some degree and are of an age where we may have nice dressy causal office work type clothes etc. Or at the very least some nice underwire bras we’re never ever going to wear again, girly shoes that don’t suit us either.
There are charities that try to help women get back on their feet by giving them professional or “respectable” clothes and shoes.
One of which is Dress For Success
https://www.dressforsuccess.org/get-involved/donation-drives/
There are always DV shelters that could use any clothing, bras or shoes in good condition you could give. Sanitary supplies too, but that’s not the same as cleaning out one’s wardrobe. Some of those folks have only the clothes on their backs y’all, any bit you can spare helps.
Also consider shelters/charities for homeless women and kids. In some places those are rare, underfunded and under-supported compared to what were supposed to be general shelters, but only admit men for safety and space reasons.
So consider those options please if you’re looking at feminine clothing that just doesn’t belong in your life or your closet anymore and are ready in this Drumpf-Fence world to manifest as your non- compulsory femininity self.
Don’t burn your boats, donate em. <3
Let’s see, my clothes storage areas:
Drawers
Closet
Annoying shelves
Shoe rack
Floor
Bed
Clean laundry basket
Under the bed
That special pile of things that need special cleaning… on the floor