I’ve made a momentous decision – I’m cleaning out my closet. It’s stuffed to the gills, and there’s no room to unpack what I brought home from Florida, not to mention the treasures I picked up along the way during the tour. My daughter, Jenny, is responsible for this life-changing decision. She was over with the grandkids, and I was showing her my new shoes, when she started lecturing me about how disorganized my closet is.

The irony of this didn’t escape me. As a teenager, Jenny was a horrible slob. Now all of a sudden she’s the Martha Stewart of closet organization. Okay, it’s a Good Thing. I’m taking Saturday morning and sorting through the entire closet. I’m convinced there’s buried treasure in there somewhere.