house and make some purchases.
She took me to Drug Fair, where we stocked up on plastic shoe-boxes and 12 quart containers. Then, on to Staples to buy more milk box-type bins that stack and have wheels. (see post-modern sculpture on left). After a few more errands and a divine Indian lunch where we ate far too much, Mrs. Closet and I came back to start the real work of the day: REORGANIZING.
Chore #1: Color-coordinate the containers. Mrs. C. insisted that I stack 3 white containers together so they would at least give the illusion of being organized. She had also insisted I purchase containers in the same silver as the two I already had -- for the same reason. Much as I dislike admitting it, she had the right idea: the room looked better as soon as I stacked like color bins together.
Chore #2: Empty all the bins, iron and sort the fabric. Put into shoe boxes and 12 quart containers. Do you think this is EASY?? Mrs. C. had the easy part: taking out the bits of fabric and handing them to me. While I was sorting, I was putting fabrics on the wall. This is how my new work emerges.
Chore . #3: While you are sorting, TOSS the horrible ones. This was easy. Trust me, there were some real dogs in there. They are woofing away in big black garbage bags. #4: Make a "Can this fabric be saved?" pile and send them to rehab. This, too, was easy. I have a container overflowing with fabric that needs therapyI will not bore you with another picture.
Tomorrow, Helene and I are going to see the 
Rauschenberg exhibit at the Met -- a much needed detour from the path Mrs. Closet has set me on. And then, I can continue the cure over the weekend ahead. Stay tuned.
