Too Much STUFF
I probably didn't throw anything away the entire time I was pregnant (what with all of the puking, it was hard to focus on anything else...), and then the first year of the baby's life is such a blur that I didn't do too much cleaning out then either. So it's safe to say it's probably been a while since I've emptied a closet.
Some items I'm getting rid of...
1. Samples. Back in the age B.C. (before children) my husband and I used to travel a lot. That was my justification for sample-size anything. Makeup. Detergent. Shampoo. Lotions. Now I'm giving any sample I have one week to be used or it's tossed in the trash.
2. Towels. We're a family of four people (five if you count Fred) and it's ridiculous how many towels we own. I blame part of this on my mother who used to work at WalMart and would pick up towels for me whenever they went on clearance (hence, the bubble gum pink towels...). And then there's the ones way in the back that I got for my wedding ten years ago - the ones with the fancy ribbons on them or the satin flowers. Just not my style. Now I have two piles: one for the animal shelter, and one for the human one.
3. Bras, panties, socks. When you're in your child-bearing stages, your body is just inflating and deflating like a balloon, so you end up with bras ranging from a 34B to a 42D. Now that I've stabilized a bit, it's time to only keep what fits. And then there are the sad-looking panties and the socks without partners. I'm often shocked by what's in that drawer...
4. Work samples. I had file cabinets and boxes full of brochures, newsletters, and other marketing materials that I either wrote or designed, thinking that I would need them when/if I ever went back to the corporate world. Since I'm fairly certain that is never going to happen (at least I pray it doesn't), I don't need to keep it all.
5. Paper. I know it sounds strange, but back when I was a designer I used to have a paper addiction. If I was working on a project I could call the local paper mill or printer and get envelopes full of really cool stuff. I was convinced I would use it for some artsy project one day (and I used to, back B.C.), now it's just filling up the closet in my office. So I took it all out and the 4-year-old is using for her own artsy projects.
6. College textbooks. Twenty-year old marketing books are outdated, and my brain is too mushy to ever contemplate Kant again. And am I ever really going to read Chaucer in Old English? I thinkith not.
And that's just the tip of the proverbial ice berg of junk. Now I've got piles all over my dining table to donate to various places, and several huge garbage bags on my curb. Ahh...my life feels simpler already!

