Clothing Auditions

The challenge of living in a small space always comes down to storage. I live in a 480-ish square foot studio with one closet.


No linen closet. No coat-closet. No walk in for extra storage. No pantry. NO. I have one 6 foot long standard closet with sliding doors. Somehow, everything is supposed to fit in there. Thanks to Target and Storables, I've loaded it with cubby holes for sweaters and anything that gets folded, but space is still tight. Any time something new comes along - say, a new gray sweater - something else has to GO. But how to choose?

I hold clothing auditions of course.

"Who are you?"
"I'm a dark green sweater from Banana Republic."
"What do you do?"
"I make you look like you've got a great body."
"You can stay."

"Who are you?"
"I'm a red sweater you bought years ago because I was on clearance."
"What do you do?"
"I bunch at the sleeves and make you look like a dork."
"You're out."
"But we've been together so lon..."
"OH $*&@#!"

::::: | Thursday, Oct 21 2004 at 3:05 PM
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Jo* said:

How did we deal with that? Well, his stuff was all ugly (boyish dishes, a brown comforter with ex-girlfriend amoebas), so quite a lot of that obviously had to go. And I was pretty pared down, coming off of eight years of nomadic radio. The clothing space remains an issue. So we bought a house. And last weekend, another dresser. I happened to marry a man with more clothes than I have. But something's gotta give.

::::: | October 21, 2004 7:04 PM

Me! said:

ex-girlfriend amoebas on the old comforter!? Bahhahahahahaaaahahahahaa!!!

That's COMEDY!

::::: | October 21, 2004 11:03 PM

Jo* said:

And it describes perfectly too, no? Kinda like how Krispy Kreme donuts = frosted sex.

::::: | October 22, 2004 10:58 AM

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