The Closet

I'm sitting on my bed and I keep turning to look and see my closet door open part way. I can see the shoe bag that hangs on the inside of the door and scarves are hanging from it and there is one black loafer sticking its tip out. As I look down at the floor portion there is nothing hanging out. There is no reason for my closet door to not be shut. So I got off the bed and opened the door all the way and there it was my Nightmare on Providence Road staring back at me. Freddy Krueger would come in handy right now with his claws. Yeah, he could scoop everything up and just help me clean up in one fell swoop. Where is Freddy when you need him. Oh yeah, in a bad remake. So back to my closet. There are many memories in every corner of this small closet. You see, my house is over 105 years old and we know what the clothes horse was back in 1905, one dress for church, dress for cleaning and a dress for parties. That's it folks! So the 2010 version of my closet is in fact a horror movie that never ends. The memories I mentioned earlier and on the top shelf, mostly baby memories there and photographs of hairdos best left in the dark. The floor has shoe boxes but not with shoes in them, that would make sense. The pile of stuff I keep redirecting from one corner to the other is me being unable to let go of those jeans that fit me in 1988. These jeans were it! The bomb as they say now. The greatest pair of jeans I ever purchased, a pair of Levi Strauss 501's. I could wear those jeans, my love affair with my husband can only be interrupted with those jeans. I seriously doubt I'll ever be that size again, only if I offer myself up to the new doctors in the plastic surgery department at Penn or Temple as a guinea pig for liposuction and breast and butt augmentation. There are a couple of sweaters with shoulder pads and dresses from weddings years ago that will never be worn again. And my wedding dress. I hated the dress the day I wore and yet here still almost 19 years later the damn thing is still hanging in my closet. I purchased another wedding dress off of Ebay several years back because mine was too hideous to be the Bride of Frankenstein for Halloween. Gotta make Frankie look good doncha know. Itgs nice to know I can open the door and look in and see what's in there. But its even better to close the door and leave the mess for another day and maybe a case of Yuengling.

I have cleaned out the closet on several occasions but I think an intervention must be set up to truly get rid of what's hanging around in there. Memories yes are there but they are just that, memories and probably a couple of therapy sessions with my psychologist.