I happened to declutter 3 closets yesterday (jealous, I know), and was enjoying the mental high…when I ran across Cindy Adams’ column today in that pinnacle of style and culture, The NY Post.

She captured my struggle with pithy wit and humor.

“…Redoing my closet is like draining the Panama Canal with an eyedropper….The big decision is the “in case” clothes…in case I lose five pounds, in case I lose eight pounds, in case I lose 10 … in case this comes back in style, in case this qualifies as vintage and I can sell it, in case I grow taller… in case I break the zipper on a certain other one which is basically the same look but which I like better, in case I’m up for the role of a misfit in a play and must supply my own wardrobe for the audition…

…One of those declutter experts came to my apartment.  They’re all blondes.  If they could pass the test, they’d be real-estate brokers or interior decorators.  And they all sound nasal.  As if they stuffed an angora sweater up a nostril…”

After passing along 5 industrial strength sized bags of stuff to friends and family yesterday, I’ve decided that’s really the best way to free cycle pre-loved goods.  And I vow always to be able to see floor, wall and shelf space in my closets. case closed