Wardrobe laundering

My Kiwi friend Shaz, always looks gorgeous and glam, and she is the oldest of all of us ladies (she has just become a grandmother nogal)
She is very good at cleaning, tidying and getting rid of unnecessary stuff, which is only one of her many talents. She has just got the right eye for interior decorating and putting together outfits.
Now, I had this wardrobe crammed full of clothes that I don’t wear, and Shaz was tasked with the job of doing a life/wardrobe laundering session for me. We duly made an appointment for this on Saturday afternoon. The appointed time arrived, and there she was – right on time. My entire wardrobe was emptied; literally half my clothes were tossed. She ensured that I kept all the required basics and items that I did wear on a regular basis and that suited me. She then turned to my shoe collection, which is comparable to that of Imelda Marcos. After tossing quite a few pairs, she packed the remaining 23 pairs (yes – 23 pairs) neatly back on my shelves. My shirts, shorts, camping and cycling outfits were all sorted and repacked. I suggested that I would sort through the underwear drawer on my own.The disposed clothes and shoes were bagged to be dropped off at the local SPCA. The end result was an uncluttered uncramped wardrobe with the clothes that I actually need and wear.
HTB, who is half Scottish, blenched when he saw the amount of clothing that was being tossed. He was most concerned that I would regret this action in the future. We distracted him by offering to sort out his wardrobe, which contemplated for about 2 seconds, then vehemently refused our kind offer of help.
Our mission was accomplished and for some reason I feel lighter!