Let it be known that I am not the most organized person on earth. It’s weird because when I lived in New Jersey, I was very obsessive about the appearance and cleanliness of my home. I’m pretty sure that it’s been mentioned in past blog posts that I vacuumed the house twice a day because of the dogs.
Twice a day baby. That was me. Vacuuming was even more important than getting my lip waxed!
I also got down on my hands and knees three times a day to scrub the kitchen floor.
Just call me “momderella”!!
Those days are gone. I love a clean home—don’t get me wrong. In fact, next week I’ll be scrubbing all the baseboards in the house to prepare for Holiday cleaning. But the fact is, I’m terribly disorganized.
This would be me. Too impatient to do things the correct way and my shortcuts never work out!
You can be clean and still be disorganized. I’m a closet slob. No matter how much I try, the disorganization gene just overpowers any attempt to be perfectly organized.
But my disorganization came to a climax yesterday and I couldn’t take it anymore. My closet hadn’t been seasonally purged in over a year. Yes. It’s true. And even though I’m not a capsule wardrobe woman, a good amount of my wardrobe needed to be encapsulated. In bins.
It is true. I’m disgraceful. I couldn’t even FIND clothes in this closet. Something had to be done!
Think about it. Why would I get rid of future “vintage” clothing?
And now that I’m “Bullet Journaling”, I jotted down things that I had to do.
Like, get plastic bins to store the clothing away. And go to David’s Tea to refill my Lapsang Souchong Black Tea.
Hands down, THE best tea on earth. It is so smoky and strong and delicious. I love this stuff!
With Chippy in the car, off we went to begin my transformation of disorganization.
I don’t think Chippy wanted to go to the mall–he’d rather be playing ball!
First stop was King of Prussia Mall—that’s where David’s Tea is located. I parked the car in my usual spot in the covered parking lot by Nordstrom. I rolled the windows down to a safety measure so that Chippy would have plenty of air. God forbid a do-gooder; dog police extremist should hear his bark.
And as I stepped out of the car, Chippy started to cry. Trust me, I’ve been around dogs long enough to know the difference between a bark and a dog cry. Obviously, my baby didn’t like the covered parking lot.
I needed my tea. The only solution was to bring Chippy with me. I could always use the explanation that he’s a service dog but ate his little “Service Dog” cover.
Luckily, dogs are quite welcomed at the KOP mall! And I was thrilled that my little man was behaving. David’s Tea is on the upper level. Chippy refused to go on the escalator so we were elevated instead—which he loved.
My little flirt had the best time at David’s where he made a couple of friends.
Look how happy Chippy is. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind to have this nice woman from David’s dog sit while I went shopping with money I don’t have!
Tea in hand, I decided to see if he would be welcomed at J. Crew! Oh. Happy. Day! He was the center of attention at my favorite store. Now I know that Chippy can be my new shopping partner!
Back in the car, Chippy satisfied because he was able to wrap the entire world around his paw and we were off to get my bins.
Ahhhh Walmart! Black bins, which I’m assuming are to be used to store Halloween decorations and costumes, were in the Halloween clearance section for $5 each. I bought two.
These five buck bins held more than you would think. I was so happy to place my future “vintage” clothing in these things!
Back home and ready to purge.
And what did I notice? Jesus fell off the cross.
My buddy Jesus fell off the cross! Look at the hole in his hand. NO WAY was I putting nails through his hands to attach him back on that cross. Jesus–you’s a free man now!
Let me explain. I have a very old crucifix. It belonged to my parents. When you slide the top of the crucifix down there is a hole on each side to place candles and there is a small bottle of Holy Water. I never got around to hanging it because it is old and I’m afraid that I’ll bump into it, it’ll fall and get ruined.
The poor thing was no better left in the bowels of my closet. I guess the nails were so brittle that they gave way and Jesus fell off the cross. I’m afraid to nail him back onto it. It’s that Catholic Guilt and fear.
We’ll get back to Jesus in a bit.
Anyway, I took all the summer clothes out and rolled some of them and folded others into the bins. I also went into a chest of drawers and continued my purge.
Two bins–filled to the brim. And they are now in the garage that I need to clean!
There is such a feeling of accomplishment when organization takes place—even when you are of the organizational-challenged group of people in this world, you can still get that special feeling!
Look how nice my closet is now! Dresses, pants, and skirts on one side and shirts on the other. Can you see how much I love plaid?
It hasn’t stopped there either. I decided that we need to purge our garage. We moved into our home three years ago. And to date, we have not tackled the garage.
I’m seriously tempted to call the Junk Man and have him take everything away! Ugh. The thought of tackling this makes me want a few shots of Bourbon!
Today I went out and purchased a heavy-duty work light because the lighting in the garage sucks. It’s going to be an all-day chore to purge this non-room but the good thing is that’ll be great exercise!
The nice man from Walmart was so kind to me. He told me to MAKE SURE I keep the receipt and RETURN the light after I use it and say that it didn’t work right! I love the kindness of strangers! This is true. Gotta love Walmart!
It’s now late Friday afternoon. Bonaparte just arrived home and tonight after aperitifs, I will attempt to make home-made pizza. Tomorrow’s feast will be Magret de Canard with an Orange sauce and for dessert, I’m giving the French dessert, Paris-Brest a go. (Click the name–its the Epicurious recipe and I’m using it!)
My Paris-Brest won’t look as good as this!!! But–I’ll try until I get it right!
In the meantime, I made a video yesterday about styling skinny jeans. And if I keep cooking like this, I won’t be wearing skinny jeans for long!
OH!!! Back to Jesus. He’s lying on his cross—not nailed! And he’s resting atop one of my J. Crew shoeboxes!
He is now at rest watching over my shoes!
Tell me. Are you a closet slob? Are you as disorganized as I am? Please let us know!!!!
Enjoy the weekend!! XOXOXOXO And enjoy my ill-fitting wig as I style skinny jeans!!!