I spent the Holy Week crying out “OMG,” not for any religious reasons, but because I was overwhelmed by the monumental task of cleaning my room. I suppose it was a form of penitensya that I had to sort through all my stuff, deciding what to put into my repainted cabinets. Part of me thinks it’s an exercise in futility since we’ll be moving in a matter of months anyway; might as well just leave everything where it was, and pack up when it’s time to go. But I cannot live in a messy room. And so my free days were spent cleaning up.
First task was sorting through the mountain of clothes that our trusty helper, Winnie, dumped onto a banig in the middle of the room. (No idea why she chose to remove them from the maletas.) A few months ago, I got rid of clothes I wasn’t using anymore, but I think I did it half-heartedly. This time, I swore to be ruthless. I had three piles: to keep, to dump, and to store (for sentimental reasons).
In my “to keep” pile, I threw in clothes that I often use…or at least, that was the plan. I told myself to just hang onto stuff I really love, but to be honest, I kept a few “pwede na” items. So much for being ruthless. All these found their way back into my closet.
In my “to dump” pile, I threw in stuff that I hadn’t used in years, and things that were overused (pambahay boxer shorts that have bacon garters, for example). This time, I decided to let go of stuff that I had been holding onto simply because they were gifts from friends. I used to feel guilty about letting go of gifts, but I’ve realized that other people can benefit from them more than I ever could.
My “to store” pile had sentimental items like my old school uniform, a cheerleader’s uniform, a top from a fashion show (to remind me that, once upon a time, I could actually model a swimsuit! Sigh). I also included thermal underwear and sweaters, because I don’t think I’ll be traveling anywhere wintry in the next couple of months.
I then moved on to my bags. I did get rid of quite a few, but the bag portion of my closet is still pretty stuffed. I guess I wasn’t all that ruthless. But I’m getting there.
Also, my lola’s (may she rest in peace) old room has been repainted and cleared of clutter. It’s got a mini-walk-in closet that is now free of boxes. I hung my special-occasion dresses there, and some other things I don’t use that often. It’s a pretty nice room, more spacious than mine, and I would really consider transferring there. If only I weren’t afraid of mumu.