I like being at Target because everything is where it should be. If something is out of place then a person wearing a red shirt comes along and puts it back in it's rightful place. It is a beautiful thing.
That does not happen in the Shepherd household
There is a problem, though, with my eradication of excess. I do not have a great deal of foresight, and when I purge in the summer I tend to not think of the next 2 seasons to follow. My rule is if I haven't worn it in a while then it must not be necessary, so the item of clothing is forever removed from my closet or dresser. It makes closing dresser drawers so easy. Pants and dresses do not get stuck in the back of the closet forgotten until a round of hide-and-go-seek shuffles it to the floor.
Two years ago my husband ended up wearing shorts through the first half of winter. I was sure that I simply put his long pants away for safe keeping until the cool weather rolled in. Then one night a memory resurfaced. A memory of me gleefully filling a trash bag with clothes I deemed useless. I was pregnant at the time and had a closet full of maternity clothes, so also rid myself of all non-maternity garments. We looked great at the staff Christmas party. Hubby in his cargo shorts and a short-sleeved button down shirt, me in maternity pants with a waist up to my chin and a shirt that had once allowed a watermelon sized stomach to reside.
I did it again this summer. I was putting shoes away and I thought, "I don't wear any of these shoes besides the tennis shoes and 2 pairs of sandals." So away went all shoes suitable for cold weather.
If you see me at the grocery store in my maternity swim suit and rain boots you'll understand.