The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I am sick, and I am tired, but it's curling night for darthrami and so I don't anticipate sleep. I've hit a slightly manic burst of productivity -- no, I don't know where it came from -- and so far:

Ran the dishwasher
Emptied some wedding packaging (our living room is still decorated in Early Modern Crate & Barrel Registry Tissue)
Started bread for tomorrow
Found a piece of sage-green grosgrain ribbon long enough to be a sash for me

AND

Am turning out the closets for winter clothing that hasn't yet been washed.

*handles bright yellow fleece curling vest with two fingers, gingerly*

I want to cut rags from all my old Starbucks clothing, in its stained and bleachy glory, but don't want to spend the money to wash them to cut rags from them. *stuffs into bottom of hamper*

ETA: Wife's closet: PWN3D.