Closet Hell

My family is after my closet, can you imagine? Could there BE anything more intrusive? It's like having somebody take out everything in your wallet and question you about it. They're telling me they need the space to install something on the other side of the wall.This is at our summer place I should say, where my closet is roomier than any I have had in my life. Back home, in our rattling old pirate ship of a ‘real’ house, the closets are all the size of a coffin standing on end. They're so shallow David’s suits have to hang at an angle, so narrow the little squeezed-together chests of my blouses need CPR before I can wear them.At the summer place though my closet is new, and roomy enough that I have clothes in there that I haven’t worn since the last century – which is why The Fam is now after me. “We'll help you throw them out, Mum! You know you never wear most of them!” Well, maybe if they come and hold my hand we can pull some of the things out and give them to Goodwill, but then Good Lord what about these shelves? What have I GOT here? A toy hula skirt in case I ever do have a female grandchild! Four bottles of Rit Dye in case I get the urge again to plunge all the lampshades into the tub and make them a different color! Shipping supplies! Earphones from the 80s!Maybe they're  right and what  I really need is a visit from Hoard Busters but still… what would YOU do if they came after your stuff?