Once we accomplished KonMari on our family socks, I felt like I could truly embrace the process, including the folding method (which I was very skeptical about but after reading and watching the youtube videos, I decided if I was going to believe that I would never have to tidying again, I would have to go all in.)
The book suggests tackling our clothing in categories so we tackled our tops next. We gathered every top from coats to shirts to tank tops for five people. I didn’t include pajama tops because my pajamas are my Achilles’ heel of two giant deep drawers of comfortable beauty.
We sorted and joyed and struggled and kept going. While it really does help to drag them all to one spot because the sheer amount of clothing we have makes letting go so much easier. I did have one coat that I couldn’t decide whether it brought me joy or not. And Scott could never get to the “joy” idea — it was more “Do I hate this or feel neutral?” — but some of us are sentimental so the jacket I wore the first time E went to camp MEANS SOMETHING.
But even with all my turmoil, we ended up overflowing a giant box of shirts.
I moved on to folding. The idea in the book is that we want our clothing to be happy and feel loved so they last longer. Do I think my clothing has feelings? No. Do I think folding them nice in drawers rather than shoving them in makes them last longer? Yes.
I ended up going from three drawers of tank tops, short-sleeved and long-sleeved shirts to one drawer (pictured above) plus a half drawer of long-sleeved shirts and maybe 10 shirts hung up (the book is anti-hanging clothes unless absolutely necessary because it takes up more space but since my version of ironing is this:
so I hung a few more than I probably should have but much less than I had been.)
What I like about KonMari is that the book sees this as a six month process so I don’t have to devote every second to it but I still feel like I’m reaping the rewards as I go. We’re almost done with clothing but shoes loom in the horizon as well as the kids toys. I’m looking forward to the end result in our closet and playroom but not to the process. I heart my shoes like my kids heart their toys even the ones that are eight years old.