Are you a blogger? Been doing it long? Do you ever sense that this internet world is kinda like high school?
I may be wrong…seeing as how I was homeschooled…but I did watch a lot of teen movies that included love stories, Alicia Silverstone and makeovers that turned a sarcastic pretty girl with glasses and a ponytail into Cinder-Hottie-ella…so I think in my mind that I know what highschool is like. There are cliques. There are the cool girls and the stylish ones…the popular ones and the crowd that is super artsy or have money….there are the peeps that know everyone and EVERYONE likes them.
And then there are girls like me. blogs like mine. I have one ridiculously popular friend and a few gals that everyone and their mother and Betty White likes and they acknowledge me. But for the most part…I am still that quirky girl in the corner that laughs at inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times and is kinda scared to step outta my comfort zone. Sure, a bunch of people know my name mostly through association…but the majority wouldn’t acknowledge me if I was getting slushied by my locker. My press page (likened only to the listing of page numbers behind your yearbook name) is so short that it isn’t even a page…
All that to say – this girl. this odd thirty-year-old-homeschooled-girl-who-lives-in-the-boonies-and-thinks-bacon-jokes-are-funny – she deeply appreciates all of you who say hello day in and day out…those of you that I read and I visit whenever I have a free moment between photo editing, matchbox car racing and attempting to keep these bushy eyebrows tweezed enough to see out of and I see that you list me in your blogroll…those of you that send me emails and link up and tell me normal and hilarious things about your normal and hilarious day. You make me laugh and cry and love life a little more….and feel less like an outsider looking in and more like a girl with a great circle of dear friends. real friends. so thank you from the bottom of my heart. you are one giant reason I blog. much much much love my sweet darlings. much much love.
Now onto closet crashing…
You see that door to the right of our master bedroom hallway? That there is my closet.
Yup, in this new house I no longer had to dedicate a room to getting dressed (like I did in the old house) nor did I have to take over all the other closets (um yeah…I did that in the old house too) because in this new house, I have a huge wonderful closet that makes me feel like Carrie Bradshaw….it’s obviously not as pretty as Miss SATC but it holds everything and that makes me feel like a princess
I wish I had a photo of this space when it was messy – but just imagine that it looked like a bohemoth pile of dirty clothes that stood two stories tall and small children were burrowing through for loose change. That’s a pretty accurate description.
We actually wanted to use the Ikea wardrobers that we had in the old house for me in here (just simply because it is amazing storage) but we had to make it fit. In order to squeeze them in, we removed a rack that was on the right hand side of the closet and thankfully the wardrobe pieces didn’t block the door.
Onto closet crashing! Here is the left side….
right below it…(oh and there are more shoes in one of those fabric shoe holder thingies on the back of the door)….
opposite wall of wardrobes….
The first wardrobe is scootched out from the wall to allow me to slip my hand back there to turn on the lights.
In the center is a narrow wardrobe – it is nice because the baskets and shelves help with things I can’t hang up.
My belts – just because
The left side wardrobe…
And beyond the wardrobes on the right side of the closet is this little alcove area with even more shelves. Don’t mind the mess…I was tryin to keep it real and didn’t style anything…
Oh and to show that it is not completely disorganized – I labeled the things in all the photos below…
My shirts I kind of organize by style then by color. It goes from white to yellow to red to blue to green to brown to black. I feel like that is more information than anyone really wants to know. I’m oversharing today I guess.
So in the spirit of oversharing, you may be wondering why I have so many clothes.
The answer is simple – I’m kinda a clothes horse and I don’t get rid of anything.
I have clothing from seventh grade in this closet. And yes, I still wear it. Sometimes I skip a year and then wear it the following year. That’s why I don’t believe that old rule of “if you haven’t worn it in a year, you should get rid of it” doesn’t apply to me. Tomorrow could be it’s lucky day. Or it could be Sept 8th, 2013. You just never know.
Some clothing I have outgrown…but that goes in a couple big storage boxes…which I keep as a backup plan just in case I ever wake up and the Skinny Fairy has paid me a visit. It could happen.
Oh and this closet also doesn’t contain my maternity clothing (which got packed away after Will was born – AND I’ve been praying every month that I get to pull it out) – but I feel like those clothes are way more stylish…probably because they are newer
And yes - 7 pairs of those jeans don’t fit…but they might. one day. when that dang thief comes to steal my love handles. What is the world coming to….when you can’t even count on criminals anymore?!?! sad sad world.
Like I said – nothing has been styled…including that Laura Lynn milk carton box that requires refrigeration.
I don’t even know how to get rid of clothes if I tried. I save all old t-shirts…I wanna make a t-shirt quilt one day when I have enough…oversharing again….
Do you get clean out the ole wardrobe every year? Do you actually follow that “fits well, 1 year worn, stained or torn” rule for chucking stuff? How do you do it? Do you donate? Ebay? Craigslist? Yardsale?
p.s. I did just remember that I yardsaled a BUNCH of stuff when we held our annual yardsale at the old house…and I remember it because this lady bought thirty Abercrombie items at a dollar each because she was from Britain and she said her kids were obsessed with that store and she figured that even if the item didn’t fit, she could cut out the label and sew it into random clothing. Funny, huh?