We are snowed in today. The snow is barreling down unhinged from its sky, twirled and whirled by huge wind gusts that make it hard to tell if it's snowing or blowing or both. It's magical and reminiscent of my childhood, when we routinely had snow days, where my Mom would cuddle us in blankets and read to us, or we would have Disney movie marathon with homemade Kettle Corn.
We are hunkered down, dogs and all!
Like organizing the closet. Our closet is a crowded disaster. Too many clothing items, too little space. I have piles of jeans overflowing. Some prom dresses. Yup, you read that right. PROM DRESSES. This might be your first time visiting the blog (if so, please stay!), but you may have gathered that it has been a LONG, LONG time since I went to a prom. Sweaters were everywhere. Skirts, dresses. My husbands jeans and mine were COHABITATING, which everyone knows is a bad idea.
If my closet were a movie, it would be The Ugly Truth, because it's a hot mess.
Not anymore! As of noon today, the closet has been organized. I sorted our pants into two neat piles: jeans that fit us NOW, and jeans that will hopefully fit us SOON. The SOON jeans were put into a tub and stored. This will make it so much easier to find pants to wear. I played a little switcharoo with some of the drawer contents, and it's for the better. Using an idea from Pinterest, I condscensced all my beauty cords into one smooth, clasped cord line.
The saddest part of my organization was sorting my tank tops. My tank tops were all hung totally crazy like, as if some drunk woman came in the night and hooked them wherever she could find a free space. I took them all out and hung them neatly up by color, and then moved them to the middle of my closet to make them more accessible. Surrounded on my bed by camisoles of every color, like a sea of jewel toned cotton, I made the mistake of counting the tank tops.
OH MY GOSH.
I HAVE 23 TANK TOPS.
23. TWENTY THREE. Twenty three tank tops in shades of grey (insert book joke here), cream, white, 5 textures of black, mauve, teal, yellow, raspberry, lavender....it's ridiculous. How did this happen? HOW did I become a crazy hoarder of tank tops? Are there dead cats somewhere in here??
I immediately texted Sarah. "Um, since you are my friend you have to promise me that you will NEVER EVER EVER again let me buy a camisole or tank top. I have 23."
There was only silence back, which I can only assume means that she was judging me.
Is there an item in your closet that has gotten out of control? Am I alone here?
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3 comments:
OMG!! Further evidence that we are soul mates!! I don't know if we were blog friends back then, but a long time ago I wrote an almost identical blog about my own tanktop hoarding issues!! http://mattyerika.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-where-i-ramble-on-about-tanktops.html
TWINSIES!!
I have like, 10 grey sweaters. All different kinds, but several cardigans. I asked Dave to bring me my grey sweater once when he picked me up from work and he brought 4 because he didn't know which one i meant. I guess I can't blame him. I have a ton of tanks too though. You need a large selection of camis.
I too, am a cami/tank top hoarder. You know those lacy tanks from Maurices that are wrinkly but supposed to be wrinkly because that's cool? I have one in every color. I think I have 15 of them. I also have about 9 white and 9 black ribbed tanks. I wear a tank or cami under every shirt because I think it smooths out my fat rolls... but actually it probably makes me look more like the stay puff marshmallow man.
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