By Leslie Lindsay There is a little something called “junk,” and I have it.  It’s all over my basement.  The prognosis is good: de-clutter and have your husband build a shelf system to store it all.  Take 2 of these and call me in the morning. I started with my closet last weekend.  Too small, too big, too dorky, too worn.  Even “too sexy” went.  (like when am I ever gonna wear that mega bush-up bra in hot pink again?  Exactly.)  Into the donation bag it went. I moved in the girls’ closet next.  It’s sort of a “community closet” with a stacked drawer system complete with bins labled for future wear…”5T-winter,” “6 winter-spring transition,” and so forth.  It’s definitely a project.  One I sort of detest.  I know, I know…if I would just stop shopping for these girls, it’s wouldn’t be such an issue. Then I decided to tackle the basement playroom.  It’s been a long time coming.  I went into my storage area of the basement and pulled out all of the tubs I had used for “Toy Trade …