The thing I love best about moving is being forced to clean out the clutter and streamline. And of all the corners to conquer in a living space, a closet is the most daunting.
As my move-out date steadily approaches, it was time to check myself in to closet rehab. It was a painful but hilarious afternoon, and I got by with a little help from my friends – Sole and Taj.
Band t-shirts, scarves, hats, purses and “Kanye West shoes” were big points of contention between my closet counselors and me. But, it was so obvious to all that I needed to ditch the tired, naughty nurse costume.
No nurse needed now. I am recovered and rehabbed! Hallelujah!