Since we moved into the new place, I have reveled in my wonderful pantry, featured in the picture where I stand in a doorway precisely my own size. I have a little angled room under the stairs where I store canned goods, potatoes, onions, sauces, rice, etc. And for the first time, I do not overbuy because I can find these things, laid out before me in relatively orderly ranks.
Upstairs, where I had closets built with shelves to hold my many shoes and clothes, accumulated over the years, things are rather different. I have never been very good at folding, and tend to cram things back in the cupboards after laundering in a way that wrinkles them and makes what is present under and behind them less than evident.
Today I took everything off the shelves and organized it into sensible categories. If I can only remember what these are when I wash things, I will be able to find what I have, and recall that I have more than three or four wearable pair of everyday pants or shirts. There were so many things I had forgotten about, that need only ironing to make them presentable. I don't need to buy anything; I just need to remember what I have! Revelation!