But I cannot figure out what to do with the winter clothes. Winter outerwear in Alberta is big and bulky. One pair of insulated coveralls takes up a whopping lot of space, plus need to be stored inside where they will dry overnight for the next day's chores. Winter coats and jackets also require space, as do the heavy sweaters and pants and boots. Even my robe for winter is big and bulky.
In my room there is a small closet full of clothing I likely am not going to wear anytime soon, but also that I am not likely to part with just yet in case I become a lady again. Buying that amount of quality clothing would certainly require a bit of a bankroll, plus time and somewhere fashionable to shop, which there is nothing akin to that here. So, most of the clothing in the closet should not be there, but has nowhere else to be and is there, though it prevents the clothing frequently worn from being anywhere. So, I wash the laundry, fold it and stack it ON the dresser or night table or on more laundry and it is around the room rather than away from sight. I would dearly like to have one of those quaint little farmhouse romantic bedrooms, and I do, except it is encumbered with winter clothing currently.
And my living room is tiny as well. Currently it houses one loveseat, two rocking chairs and one upholstered chair, which is one rocking chair too many. There is a small coffee table and two very compact side tables as well, but the living room also holds two sideboards, because there is no storage space in a tiny house. One must create storage space. I required a place to put some family photos rescued from the flood that happened recently, and personal papers and also my copious wool projects being working on in the winter while I sit by the woodstove and contemplate life. Only this winter, thus far, there has been no contemplation time yet, no fires because the weather is so mild (it was plus 1 yesterday with a little freezing RAIN), so I have not been doing my wool projects yet. They are housed in the second sideboard by the comfortable chair, my chair.
I know in order to maintain a home that is not cluttered, one must rid oneself of the clutter, however; that means ridding myself of the hobbies I love. And ridding myself of the clothes I just cannot yet bear to part with for reasons mentioned, and saying so long to the animals too. Since those things are not about to happen at this time, I am resigning myself to my cluttered home with winter clothes piled in my room and a happy heart instead. OK with you?