Gravy boats in a sea of salad dressing, Merle! I’ve been feeling really cluttered and claustrophobic of late. Cluttered and claustrophobic because my bedroom has looked like World War XIV was fought in it and then Antarctica claimed the territory as it’s own. I am currently typing this as the new Emperor of the Antarctic Waste Land, Whitnarctica! I blame it on the fact that I’m 32, without a place to call my own, and have to store everything I own and want to own in a space not much bigger than Big Bertha’s jail cell. I been trying to move into my BFF Oprah’s guest room, but apparently she’s mad at me for some reason… or at least I think she is seeing as she hasn’t returned my phone calls and/or emails in 25 years! The NERVE! I’ve come to realize that “stuff” is just stressful. My sleeping place should be an oasis, not a war torn 3rd world country… but it’s also been reeking havoc on my germ-a-phobeness… you can’t get the vacuum cleaner all the way in the room, you haven’t vacuumed every square inch of said room!
So, Monday, Memorial Day, and day of frigidness and rain, I buckled down to tackle the mess! I had to hire Madre to help out because if history proved correct, I’d talk myself into keeping EVERYTHING!! Oh… but I might need that nose picker next nostril-picking party… or that 5x shirt that drowns me might come in handy for when I make a quilt! Seriously… just stop it, Emperor… STOP! Garbage bags in hand I decided to tackle the closet portion first… get all the clothes out of there that don’t fit me anymore and organize my hygiene supplies… yes, I have a stock pile of hygiene supplies! It is literally my worst nightmare that I should ever run out of deodorant or hand soap or Bath and Body Works smelly sprays… THE HORROR!!!! So, I keep myself well stocked. Y’all just might be jealous, but I call it totes being smart!
It felt good to try on every single piece of clothing and get rid of 3/4 of it because it was now monstrously large on me… even if now I’m left with a closet full of workout T-shirts and jackets… and I don’t really own any “nice” clothing anymore. At least with the too big stuff in there, I had the option of having “nice” dressy clothing, even if I looked like I ate the Grand Canyon when I wore it. Three to four hours later, we finished the closet! HALLELUJAH, Griselda! We had to call it a day because I have organizing ADD and was busy searching through the garbage bags for things that I really should keep. The opposite corner full of book and DVD shelves will have to be tackled another day! BRING IT! I’m already noticing that my brain is 50% less cluttered. It’s freeing to have some space… even if in a few days’ time I’ll be mourning the loss of my nostril picker!
Question of the Day: Do you consider yourself organized? I hoard hygiene products, what is one item that you hoard?