I have now finally finished pulling out everything that wasn't clothes, luggage, or shelving from my closet. I have, layer by gory layer, finally finished excavating my closet...to a certain extent, anyway. God only knows what's in some of these bags and boxes. I'm scared. I'm not afraid to admit it. Some ancient curse might be waiting to spring as soon as I open one of those boxes.

Amazingly, most of what I pulled out fit into the blank spaces of my shelving unit. This tells me that I really needed to do this (and that I need to put everything back into the closet more efficiently).

It's kind of weird what was just thrown in there, too. I found a couple of pieces of garb (including my lovely work-to-court dress I made right before I quit Amtgard). I found most of the birthday cards my camp kids made for my thirtieth birthday (a lovely find 32 days before my thirty-fourth birthday). Those kids were really creative, and those cards really need to be scanned into my student art files.

So now, I get to comb back through everything and figure out how to best store it so the things I don't need but can't let go are safely stowed out of the way, everything I need but only use periodically is stowed out of the way but still at hand, and everything I have no desire to see ever again actually leaves. And I still haven't decided what I want to use to store things. That will also slow me down while my inner curator argues with my inner simplicity guru.

This will be interesting. I'm sure there are things in the pile that haven't been seen or thought about in four years. And there's at least one bag of Science Adventures projects. That'll slow me down for sure. (Science, like math, has the best toys!)

And of course, when I started pulling everything out of the closet last month, I told myself I was going to have everything cleaned out and reorganized back into the closet before Fruits Basket 23 comes out. If that happens, it will be a miracle. In fact, if this is all cleaned up by my birthday, it'll be a miracle.