About a month ago, my husband and I both got a burst to purge our closets of the clothes we are no longer wearing. I think we were experiencing one of Missouri’s several false springs, and therefore decided it was time to cull our clothes. While our children made huge messes in other parts of the house, we piled the too small, the not-probably-ever-going-to-be-worn-again, and the ones we never liked but kept anyways onto our bed. Marie Kondo would have been beaming.