My friend, Mary Lou Carney, and her sister, Libby, spent the weekend with me.  Mary Lou has boundless energy and insisted we re-organize my closet.  I apparently had chosen the wrong kind of hangers, and she was determined to set me straight.  I'm glad she did.  My closet is now flawlessly organized, by color and by style, jackets all in one spot, blouses in another, pants lined up perfectly, again according to color.  I'm telling you, friends, it's hard to take anything down to wear for fear of disrupting this perfect set up.  I guess I'll just hang around in my pjs all day!