This is, by the way, entirely "avoidance cleaning". Avoidance cleaning is when you should be finishing your doctoral thesis or something else important and on a deadline, but you really don't want to and you end up cleaning your room instead. I should be writing. I don't feel like writing. Let's clean! I would resist this impulse, but since I so rarely get the impulse to clean at all, I welcome even avoidance cleaning.
My house is very cluttered, and I have the idea in my head that the reason it's so cluttered is that all of the places for putting stuff -- closets, drawers, cabinets, etc. -- are too full and also too cluttered. So this morning I decided to take the giant empty wardrobe box out of Lut's closet and fold it up for storage, freeing up a bunch of space in his closet. This didn't take long. Then I decided to organize my closet.
Three and a half hours later, my closet is somewhat more orderly and I can see part of the floor in it again, which is nice. I got rid of a full trash bag of stuff -- mostly a very bulky massager/heating pad thing that neither Lut nor I ever really used. And a couple of grocery bags' worth of clothes that I never wear.
And kept rack upon rack of clothes that I also never wear but have convinced myself I might someday if they ever fit again. I should get rid of more, really. Especially the dress skirts that don't fit and that I wouldn't wear even if they do fit because I stopped wearing skirts to work the day the dress code changed to allow pants. Somehow, I am too much of a packrat to get rid of them, though. Cleaning out a closet must be much more satisfying for people who are less compulsive about keeping stuff. In my case, it was a lot of time and dust stirred up and I still feel like I have way too much junk I don't wear cluttering up my closet. *sigh*
And I still don't have signficantly more space to store the stuff cluttering up the rest of the house. Hmph.