We used to have a row of Shaker pegs along one wall in the bedroom, where H used to hang once-worn clothes. I threatened to, when we bought a house, get one with two extra bedrooms: one with a row of pegs, one high and one about waist height, all along all four walls, just for his "airing" closet, and a second bedroom full of shoe racks just for his shoes, since he won't put them in the closet with his clean clothes--or with clothes he plans to wear again. The bathroom floor was where he used to leave his shoes--so helpful for the rest of us trying to get to the shower.

He dumped a lot of clothes, and a lot more shoes, when we moved. He keeps shoes he wears a lot on the mat by the back door (I'm looking at a shoe rack to go there) or on the back porch, and has a room of his own, his rarely-used office with its own closet, to manage his wardrobe. I neither advise nor interfere, as I have a closet of my own.

Two extra bedrooms for clothes and shoes sounds lovely. I also wm loathe to put things I've worn back into a closet until they've been cleaned, and also loathe to clean things too often as it reduces their lifespan (and is a troublesome chore).

And, I just plain dislike digging around in a closet for anything. Hm. My closets are cramped and badly lit, no amount of good organizing can fix that. I need to work on more alternative solutions for managing clothes/shoe storage, like the hall tree which works really well for me. Maybe I should be using the cedar chest at the foot of the bed for everyday storage, instead of "forever storage" of quilts I never use - those I can zip into plastic bags and tuck away on top closet shelves.

Many good ideas, little actual movement.

My problem is that the older I get, the more visual I get -- if I can't see it, it doesn't exist, so I have to clothes in folded piles where I can see everything, and shoes within view (one way or another).

I'm the worst about this with the fridge. Anything that accidentally gets pushed to the back could just as well have been thrown out.

All kinds of hugs, if you like them, Zen. I know those feelings, and they're really hard to banish.

I'll take all the hugs, Amy. Thanks.

I'm around, too, at least in the evenings, for either FB messaging or texting or even the phone. Just ask Plei -- she called me once and just talked about whatever came into her head until I calmed down, and it helped enormously.

Totally willing to chatter for anyone here, if it helps.

I'm glad you were able to reach out Zen. I know how it feels. From the outside I may look like a capable adult, but the inner world is much more fraught. I still have Christmas cards I haven't mailed, and stuff of ita's that never made it to its intended person (I do plan on getting them to their homes one of these days), and my house is littered with all the stuff I haven't dealt with. One day at a time, we'll get through it.

they probably moved it. I'll deal with it.

This is just one more thing. I don't handle things well when I'm sick and I'm feeling stressed out and other things anyway. I'm trying to distract myself.

We just bought this for our bedroom, for the same hanging of clothes purpose: [link]

There's a 2-bedroom cottage for sale in Shropshire for 200K pounds. Looks pretty standard on the outside, but...

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The funeral service for my cousin was today. My uncle was just a rock, I tell you what. He greeted everyone by the casket and chatted with people and was just really composed.

The cousins in my generation were a hot mess. I found out another cousin, who I think is 40-ish (she's younger than me, but not by a lot) had a heart attack and triple bypass a month ago. God DAMN. She's recovering well, though, so that's a good thing.

The visitation part of the services was open casket, and...it shouldn't have been. When my cousin fell, she fell face down, and there was some damage the mortician couldn't repair. Yikes.

It's my dad's birthday, so now we're taking him to Applebee's. But first he and Tim are shopping at Harbor Freight Tools. I noped out of that nerdfest and am hanging out in the car.