In efforts to keep my house from looking like a storyline from a TLC show about Hoarding, I started going through my piles of clothes. Dozens of dress pants, jeans, hoodies, blouses, and shit that has tags on it still, strewn about my walk-in (yes, walk in closet that has more clothes that I actually wear, waiting in piles to go in and be put away- looks like the line for the soup kitchen on a cold, winter day.) Now, I may not be a fine example of organized, but I do know where everything is, well, sort of. My goal by the end of fall is to have no clutter, no clothes that I "may" wear again, not piles of papers that I just don't know what to do with and to have everything labeled so I can find it. I first started this project in my car a few weeks ago. There were things in my tiny Corolla from our wedding three years ago and from 2006 when I traveled to Tennessee for work, 4 jobs ago. It didn't have a place in our house, so it made a home in my trunk. Upon finding ...