Happiness is a nearly empty hamper. I could have dumped out what is remaining for this post (2 pillow cases, 1 wash cloth and 1 "unmentionable"), but that would have been dishonest. What this means, though, is there is a pile of clothes lying on my bed to be hung up. I don't mind sorting, washing, drying or folding. I do mind hanging. And I don't know why. But, as I write this, all of my clean clothes are hanging in my closet.
One positive (for my closet) and negative (for my wallet) is noticing what I wish I had when all of my clothes are hanging in my closet. Shopping trip, anyone? There should be some decent sales coming up...
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