Recently I got the notion that I had too much stuff, particularly clothes, in my apartment.
This was not a startling revelation. It's like suddenly noticing the Atlantic Ocean is large, wet and salty.
Working with our friend Mr. Tweedy Don, I have been sending him a steady stream of stuff that no longer fits me but is too good to dump off at the thrift shop.
This works for Mr. Tweedy Don and it works for me. Every so often he sends me my cut, which keeps me in beer and skittles, or would except that I don't drink alcohol and I'm not sure what a skittle is.
During this marathon I have been steaming and brushing everything, lest a faint whiff of fine tobacco product discourage a buyer.
Here's something to give you an idea of the extent of this. Earlier this week I boxed up and shipped some 20-24 sport coats and blazers. This is the post-purge sport coat rack.
The trusty Whirlpool Fabric Freshener steamer, long since discontinued and purchased by me on eBay about 12 years ago for $165, finally crapped out during the steam marathon. But I have a little hand-held one, so I've stuck that in the corner, blowing away from the garments, and we are carrying on.
Steamer pix:
The moral of the story is:
If you haven't worn it in a year get rid of it.