The whole family is gone for several days, and after an entire day of watching the Rugby World Cup Sevens and eating as much as I could, I decided it was time to clean out my closet, and allow it to live up to its name, “walk in” closet.
Day 1: This is really going to surprise The Man. He’ll probably ask me again if we’re moving. I am not a clean freak. There are better things to do than clean. But every few years I’ll get the energy to clean something. This year will be our closet. Luckily, we moved here just over three years ago, so there is just over three years of mess to work on.
When I do clean, I like to make sections to help me get organized. There is a spot for anything that can be recycled (I may be a slob at home, but I still want a clean planet), things that need to be thrown out (toiletry items that expired in 2001), things that need to be given away (the bright yellow banana clip for hair that I purchased at the Goodwill last year, hoping to relive my glory days) and for things that should be in another room (why is there a drawer from the spare fridge in here).