My right shoulder routinely banged into a crinkly sounding bag full of my beloved's belts hanging in our closet. The bag hung right at ear level so I got full richocheting aural impact right off the door. It took a while to identify the irritant and make a change which now, if brushed against at all, only gives a slight whoosh with no pitch whatsoever. Problem solved.
Moral of the story: Life's comforts really are found in the small stuff. If something is in the way, say a piece of decor or furniture, move it.
