Cerebrally, I agree with Abby's thoughts about the unexpected benefits of the seasonal switch. It's a great time to clean out stuff that doesn't fit your body or your style, and you can even make some cash or donate it to a good cause. Yet, I dread it every time.
Perhaps it's because the shuffle itself sounds deceptively simple, but always takes me the better part of a Saturday (often spilling over into Sunday). The schlepping, the sorting, the washing, the folding, the hanging. Hours in, I end up hoping I never left the house in that dress with the splotch on it and daydreaming how I would much rather be spending this time.
Then, the day after the godforsaken process is over, there's a cold snap or a heat wave. Figures.
Do you switch clothes seasonally? How do you manage?