I bought 100 more white plastic hangers at Walmart yesterday.  I’d replaced all my different colored hangers in my bedroom closet a couple of weeks ago and it took 100 of them. It looks so much more organized now that they all match.  Yesterday I realized I had another closet with a rack of clothes, and I counted another 92 hangers.   Believe it or not I don’t really have all that many clothes. What does it is the 4 pairs each of the same tan khaki capris, the same olive khaki capris, the same black gabardine slacks, the same buttondown shirt in different colors. Stuff I like and want to have extras of so after I’ve worn it to death I still have a fresh set.  A dozen pairs each jeans and tshirts, when I wear jeans and tshirts maybe twice a year.  Or if I’m camping.  What I have to remember is that 10 and 20 years ago I was physically in the public eye a whole lot more often than I am now, so my clothes have stopped wearing out.  What I have now could last me the rest of my life.  Since I don’t really like to shop, that feels like a real freedom.  Ah, another senseless habit broken.