On Cluttered Closets, Distressed Dressers, and Other Alliterations.

I cleaned my bedroom closet yesterday. It had become a catch-all, as does any free space in my house. It’s just a small unassuming closet, but it had turned into a terrifying place where there be monsters. If you’ve ever had to contend with an unleashed king-size comforter, then you’re familiar with one of my monsters! And how one person can have so many pairs of tennis shoes is beyond me. And the sad thing is, they’re all white and all very similar in style and appearance. I have been known to shop while unconscious, but this was ridiculous! And the clothes!! ACK, the clothes!! It started out to be a project dedicated to packing summer clothes away and making room for my winter clothes. But it turned into a game show called “Pick One Peach Polo" …where you have to remember which peach polo golf shirt fits right and which nine have to go because there’s something wrong with their fit or their length or their sleeves. It was a rough road, but I finally got it all done.

Then I moved on to the dresser disaster. That wasn’t too bad…I just had to pack away spring/summer clothes and make room for the winter stuff. I did encounter a scary situation once in a while, but having just conquered my contrary closet, the dresser was a piece o’ cake!

Thought for the day…

"It's hard to be funny when you have to be clean."

Mae West