so its always been a standing joke around here, that i am not the most organized person in the world.
lately have been just a tad scatterbrained too.
however, i am an immensely organized and together soul.
the Lord must have known this would be my trial in life.
see, i love a neat home, an orderly closet...bare minimums on the shelves.
but unfortunately, i am somewhat of a pack rat.
my patriarchal blessing even advises me to keep my home neat, my life in order...myself in check.
again, my trial in life.
my achilles heel.
and when i am in an emotional upheaval, the floor of my closet is covered in tossed clothing, too unimportant to hang up, let alone fold.
i am not good at it.
not gonna lie.
so this huge pile of tired, worn out drama made its permanent home on my closet floor.
ok, i just said it.
my closet was an embarrassment...until today.
and i even have 3 bags left over for the folks at goodwill.
must mean i am getting my act together.
and i just noticed all of my clothes are either black, white, grey or taupe...
how boring, but so me.