I recommend rashness.

But again, I have been drinking.

So.

When I get things more cleared out, I'm going to get rid of dressers and just go with racks. Maybe Ikea type cubbies.

PS, I have been drinking.

Me too.

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.

That is similar to my method. Especially for clothes that need to be hung. Usually my laundry basket ends up full of clean clothes and the floor is full of dirty ones. Until I need to do laundry and end up dumping clean clothes on the floor and refilling the basket with dirty ones...

And in an epic cap to this trip (....I should t say that, I'm not home yet) the jet bridge got a flat on the way to the plane. So now we are stuck here a while and have to do stairs out the back of the plane.

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.

There is a corner of the bedroom that is always going to be awash in petticoats, skirts, and boots. I tidy things up, I Resolve To Be Better At Putting Things Away (yes, that needed Pooh Case), and then ... life happens.

However, I am going to seriously cull the bookcases and if I eventually want to reread something, that is what digital is for.

When I get things more cleared out, I'm going to get rid of dressers and just go with racks. Maybe Ikea type cubbies.

Connie, I've used wire drawers, purchased from Home Depot for the last 16 years. They are the perfect bridge between a dresser and racks.

The Container Store sells them, of course, but I think HD's version was a bit cheaper.

My concern with racks, or even cubbies, is that things would spill out.

Hm. Maybe canvas cubes in cubbies or baskets on racks?

(Okay, that came of a bit Seussian)

I have wire drawer/rack things in an ikea wardrobe. Which is better than drawers in a dresser--I can see them and they're open....but still not good about putting stuff away.

My DEx had two actual 'dunes' of clothes in his bedroom. One ostensibly clean and one dirty. Both comically wrinkled.

He took the whole, nutty professor/genius thing a bit further than I found comfortable. Hey, it was his thing, but when I was driving him to Andrews AFB to board Air Force One in the middle of the night, his Picasso inspired trousers gave me physical pain.

In the end, he complained to friends that I was ruining his clothes by washing them too much.

I hasten to add, that wasn't true. I may be crazed with my closets but I usually indulge in the sniff test with laundry. Over-washing is not my kink.

meara, the claustrophobic fear of getting trapped on a plane on the tarmac is the reason I usually carry valium in my purse when I fly.

I used to fantasize a lot about quitting my job. Then I started having vivid dreams in which I had quit my job. And in my dreams I was always distraught and filled with regret that I had given up that job. I decided to listen to my subconscious and not quit my job. I have not regretted it. That's not necessarily what anyone else should do, of course.

cardboard. After I moved into this house, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't keep cardboard anymore. If I needed to store things, I would buy plastic bins for them. I find that I keep a lot less stuff because I don't hoard the cardboard boxes that come into the house anymore. Also, I found that cardboard boxes hold onto damp and odors and attract pests. So I don't like them.

Moving to Vermont was one of the best things that happened to me. Will has been a rock for me. He said he's read everything (or had last night)but he can't keep up with Natter and has kind of left this has my place, even though it's fine if he posts.

He offered to come over last night, but I just wanted to sit in front of my computer and hit refresh and be there. Today he took the day off, came over, crawled in bed with me and snuggled while I caught up with the over night/morning posters. Then took me to lunch and therapy. He didn't want me to have to drive home from therapy. I would have been in bad shape, I wasn't crying. Just numb and we went to the store and I don't remember anything but I accidentlly bought Lavender Febreeze trashbags and they weren't cheap and I opened them so I'm keeping them unless the smell gets too bad.

Then we napped until he had to go home.

I told my therapist to stop letting me ramble on about work and keep rehashing the grievances I have with my supervisor. That situation is what it is and nothing is going to change. I want to dig in an deal with this pain.I don't want to because it's pain and I don't want to hurt, but I haven't dealt with it and I've ended up dealing with a differnt kind of pain. So.

bonny, rashness can be a good thing. I haven't been drinking but I'm sleep deprived so possibly not the best advice giver.

My current organizational system is chaos on the floor. I have dreams of winning the lottery and hiring a professional organizer to help me with this. Also a personal trainer. And a nutritionist.

Actually what I really want to do is win the lottery and throw a huge Buffista F2F, all expenses paid. That's been my lottery dream for a long time, occasionally I'll play a ticket and that's all I want. Awesome hotel, amazing food, travel paid for (first class all the way), pet sitting paid for, compensation for time missed at work if necessary. It would be a big hotel. with way more spae than we would ever need, and if people wanted rooms to themselves cool! Want a roommate, cool too. Order room service! All the best booze! We'd have large areas and smaller tucked away spots. And I'd make sure the wifi was top notch and have plenty of tech and b.org up on a big screen, so if people needed space they could go to their hotel room and post on the board to the people in the hotel (or out doing activities) becasu why the hell not?

Oh and Buffista Sprog auxillery F2F going on, with day care for the little ones that needed it. And hanging out and playing Minecraft or D&D or whatever for the other kids.

If I blew every cent of the lottery money on something like that it would be the best thing ever.

Um, I've daydreamed about that for years. No, wait, I'd give money to pay for the hosting and actual runnig for the board for as long as I could.

I think it's time for me to go to bed, I'm geting really keyed up and just rambling.

So,uh sorry about the rambling.