pile o drama

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.

and laundry?

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. 

jeez. 

finally.

and i just noticed all of my clothes are either black, white, grey or taupe...

how boring, but so me.