I've pared down more clothes. I don't go anywhere that needs anything dressy. Even business casual is dressier than my life calls for at the moment. So 2 pairs of pants went in the Goodwill pile. 1 pair because they had "Line dry only" on the tag. Nope. All my clothes have to go in the washer and dyer. Otherwise they'll dry and wrinkle and I don't own an iron and it's too much trouble. I'm also slowly getting rid of most of the clothes I had before I moved, but I had most of those for a few years. There are things like my Buffistas F2F shirt I'll hold on to, even though it doesn't fit at the moment.
Anyway I'm trying to figure out what my personal style is and anything I know doesn't fit into that (or fit on me) is going away.
I'm menstrual, grieving, and just read Rand Paul's latest salvo of bullshit--pity the #tcots tonight.
Or, you know, don't.
Although the last time I fought one, she was kind of hitting herself(and not cause I grabbed her finger)
Steph, Marie Kondo's thing is to choose what to keep rather than what to get rid of, based on whether or not it sparks joy. And folding your clothes to fit your drawers, which is already changing my life. The
And folding your clothes to fit your drawers, which is already changing my life.
I learned the "vertical" method of putting folded t-shirts in drawers, which: GAME CHANGER.
Man, my brain is fried, because I meant to say I learned the vertical method from UFYH. Not super important, but attribution is useful.
That drawer looks so good, I always want to take a picture of it.
I'm kind of excited about the folding chapter.
I already employ Martha Stewart's sheet folding technique such that my linen closet is a joy to behold.
Plus, I fold my t-shirts (which I seldom wear now that I'm not a gym rat anymore) with the fold upwards.
I _think_ I fold well, but I'm always open to learning.
My hangers are all identical, every hanging thing is right shoulder out, and the bar goes from work dresses to skirts, [gap for the set of drawers], black shirts, grey shirts, brown shirts, green shirts, red shirts. I should mention that I have only one brown shirt hanging and only two green and two red.
One drawer is all black tops, one is all grey, one is mixed colors and my socks are all sorted by color and stacked horizontally with the heels all facing in the same direction.
I'm a freak, right?
All of my clothes are piled in an open suitcase in the middle of my bedroom floor, and have been since I got back from Ireland last May.
I am the anti-bonny.
Anti-obsessive is probably a better thing to be.
eta: not to be all drama-llama, but my need for this kind of order stems from blah-blah-blah-childhood trauma-blah.
My father was in the military, which is where the closet thing came from. Plus, if anything was ever found to be out of order, very, very bad things happened.
Obviously, I don't have to do that stuff anymore, but my physiology finds it comforting.
Not a thing to brag about.
You do NOT lie over the ocean!
You do NOT lie over the sea!
