Now, I didn’t intend to do it, but I found myself separating by color. I was slightly aghast when I realized I was doing it, too. It was a necessary duty though. My closet rod was jammed with empty hangers, and I had to get rid of some. In trying to keep the best hangers – those thick tubular ones – I weeded out the colored ones! Truly, this was not intentional! It just happens that the only thick hangers I own are white, and I needed those heavy hangers for those heavy coats.
It all got me to thinking, too. The colored hangers are prettier and way more fun: lime green, aqua, red, blue, purple. Also, in the midst of them I still had wire hangers that my grandparents had crocheted around. They are ultra-colorful since they were made with yarn leftovers, and they are also extremely utilitarian. Clothes don’t slide off of them, and you can put safety pins on them to hold skirts.
So, I moved them around, didn’t get rid of any, and concluded that the diversity of hangers proves that they are all worthy and serve a purpose. (Just like people, right?)
I was holding my breath until the last sentence. Not only does organizing closets by hanger color or clothes color remind me of our dear Cindy. She was the ultimate organizer. I couldn’t keep up with how cool colors and files could be! I believe our dear brother even has some of these organizational skills -I’ve got pictures somewhere. Who do we have to blame for our crazy organization? Well it’s one or two people. Xoxoxo
Oh! You are so right. It is her! I was channeling my inner siblings. Well, I didn’t organize by color at all – I still have a hodgepodge, but oh well, that’s me. Just a mess thrown together that somehow works.