We've discussed my issue with hoarding in the past, and I was reminded that I have a true problem this weekend while cleaning out our "costume closet." Tony and I transformed our spare room into the "crap room," where we put the things we don't really need but I'm too attached to throw away (like my broken printer from college). And the closet in that room looks like it belongs to a serial killer, it is so packed with wigs, fake arms, fake blood, my grandmother's super un-P.C. fur coat that has "Sweet Thing" stitched onto it, a cell phone from the '90s, and an array of children's clothes in sizes large enough that they fit Tony and me. But, with the wedding creeping up in less than three months, we have enough family coming to town for bridal showers and nuptial-related celebrations that we need that crap room to be an actual bedroom. So, I spent the weekend attempting to clean it out. And that costume closet was such a disaster, it alone took the entire weekend...View Article
