Megs7827: closet

Monday, May 3, 2010

Who needs professionals when you have Megs7827?

I met my husband when I was a sophomore in college. I didn’t know until I met him that people did their laundry just to keep their basket empty.

I don’t remember doing laundry when I was in high school so I guess my mom did it. I don’t know how she decided what to wash or when she decided to do laundry. I do remember having a huge pile of laundry in my closet. I probably put the pile in a bag and moved it to college with me, because I remember that huge pile being in my closet in college. (My uncle that also blogs I'm sure will comment on his fear of my cloests.) I avoided laundry at all costs. If I had no clean underwear, I went out and bought more. I only did laundry if there was something I owned that I wanted to wear that was dirty. Or I would do like all college students and take bags home and have my mom do it.

I think at first Hubby didn’t notice my pile. Or maybe he thought it was cute and endearing. At some point he felt the need to bring it to my attention that my pile was abnormal. He informed me that it is more normal to have all your clothes clean and hanging.

I have pretty much been converted and do laundry pretty regularly.

We moved about 6 months ago. When the weather started warming up a few months ago I couldn’t find a couple pairs of my favorite sandals. Somehow a familiar pile was starting to form in the closet.

This weekend I decided to tackle the closet. I wanted to get it organized enough to walk into and was hoping to find my missing shoes. Somehow we had collected a lot of towels and I guess I didn't wash some sheets from when our friends came down at spring break. That is what most of the pile was. I also found a box that contained the missing shoes. Someone put it in the closet when we moved and I never unpacked it.

So I am really ashamed to be posting these but here you go.

Before
*The pile. Towels, suit case, etc.

*My shelf for sweaters and under tanks.

*My "dresser". I will not blame my messyness on not having a dresser. But I don't have a dresser. Hubby gave up a drawer but I kept forgetting to get my stuff out of it so...