My tiny closet had become a boneyard, a place where clothes, shoes, pocketbooks and miscellany entered, but were not to be seen again.
Long forgotten items were pushed back into the dark closet corners. Boxes of special occasion high heels were resigned to the highest shelf, unreachable without a step stool. Sequined dresses hung beside knitted winter sweaters and sleeveless summer blouses. Mismatched cotton socks hid beneath silk scarves. Purses, self-help books and abandoned tennis shoes were heaped on the closet floor. Deserted materials and styles mingled in neglect.
Dust bunnies huddled up against bags of never-worn apparel along the closet edges.
Ridding the closet of these clutter skeletons required a ruthless hand. Sentiment was held in check. Only items judged worthy earned coveted closet space.
Clutter skeletons were banished. Bags and bags of remnants were carried away. My closet breathed new life.
(Posted in response to Writers’ Hub Challenge 4.)