I have Marie-Kondoed my wardrobe, which required asking my yoga pants if they brought joy and murmuring sweet nothings into my sock drawer. I have Swedish death-cleaned till it almost killed me. And on the advice of an online influencer, I purchased clear acrylic bins, which I now use to store smaller acrylic bins. Despite many organizational efforts, my closet seemed to remain a mishmash of The Good, the Drab and the Frumpy. Although my closet …