Senoufou, tu lui donnera un grand coup de pied de ma part.

Funny how things work out.

Since becoming an ex-hoarder I have to keep my clothing amount down, so I have rules, like no more tshirts than fit in my actual dresser drawers. I have a heavy tallboy.

When I got back from my back surgery, the drawers in that tallboy were too heavy to move, so I had a friend pull them out stepping-stone-wise, so I could get to their contents. Which meant things were spilling out of the drawers but at least I could get to my clothes.

Now I can open the drawers myself and have discovered that somehow I don't fit in them any more. I can't *close* them again.

So time to declutter... But do I?

Well...

Yesterday I locked my keys in my car, which isn't supposed to be possible but anyway, I called my kid, who has a key to my house, to fetch my extra key from my top drawer...

An he couldn't find it. I had put it somewhere else. But I came home to the contents of that top drawer dumped out on my bed! Perfect first step! Thank you, kid! [It was my request not to put anything back.]

So I now have in that drawer neat piles of socks in pairs, long-sleeved shirts with and without hoods separately, got rid of the big shirts from the sleep pile that I don't like to sleep in [old hoarder habit, moving the too-big shirts to the sleep pile] because of their material...

Only 3 more drawers to go!