Hanging shirts are sort of like “hanging chads.” How do you count them? I put each of these button down shirts on its own pretty plastic hanger so you could count them more easily in the photo. (I confess that I later switched the nice hangers to the clothes I’m keeping.) I only had 12 shirts though so my husband gallantly contributed two of his older shirts. I’m already anticipating a possible regret, however. I really liked a couple of the plaid flannel shirts. They were from our son’s high school days which means they would probably fit me. “No, No, Susan. Stay strong. You don’t need more flannel shirts even if you do like them!”
