I’ve read books, watched TiVo and Netflix, done jigsaw puzzles, and have almost completed an extremely difficult book of New York Times Sunday crosswords. I’ve weeded, planted, transplanted, sprayed and brushed paint, cleaned, waxed, buffed, and sandpapered. I’ve deleted unnecessary cloud files, attempted yoga, meditation, and tai chi, walked for miles (at a safe distance from others) and danced around the house wearing Bose headphones while playing music from my youth. I’ve baked, cooked, and ordered gifts for housebound friends and family online.
What’s left? Closets.
I’ve always been into keeping our stuff tidy, so it’s not a big stretch for me. When I point out things that need to be done in the garage, Fred will sigh and say, “It’s a garage,” a fact borne out by our neighbor, who calls its orderliness positively un-American. Taking items to Goodwill is a monthly event for us, but with the COVID closure, we’ve been unable to drop things off in the hopes that they’ll find a higher cause than gathering dust in our closets. I predict long lines when they re-open.
That brings me to Marie Kondo, the Netflix organizational queen. I decided to consider her suggestions before I started. When looking at an item to decide whether to keep or toss, she says that we should ask ourselves, “Does it spark joy?”
The first thing on the chopping block is a pair of Franco Sarto strappy 3” heels that I haven’t worn since 2003.
Here’s what those shoes sparked in me when I looked at them: Pain. And that’s residual pain from 17 years ago when I was a mere 52 years old. I’ve long been a devote’ of comfortable and (most often) flat shoes, with a periodic 2” wedge or boot heel, and knowing my predilection, I can’t imagine why I purchased them in the first place. One must work up to wearing shoes like these, and I’d had no practice. They were hot and sexy, and I wore them with swingy knee-length skirts. I was fine wearing them to dinner or an event, provided there was valet parking and a trek of no more than 15 feet between the entry, my seat, and the women’s restroom. I probably wore them 5 or 6 times. What a waste!
But for a minute there, I looked hot.
Hm. So where’s that puzzle book?