At the messiest, sloppiest moments for my room, my closet stays organized. I like to think it is a reflection of how I really am deep down. My innermost me. I don't enjoy being messy, but sometimes I just get to busy to care how my room looks I guess. I feel like I'm not alone in this! I remember being constantly nagged about cleaning my room when I was younger; until my mom just gave up. She would've been happy with my closet organization at least:
Now, after taking this pictures, my closet is more organized and tidy. I went through and got rid of a lot of things I'd been holding on to for just too long.
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| A pile of mostly shoes and belts I never wear...to Goodwill they go! |
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The closest pile of clothes are some from people I love that I felt bad getting rid of.
But I think they would rather me donate them than not wear them, if they don't flatter me the way I want them to.
The far pile are things I bought, or got 2nd hand from family. |
Ahh...so much better! The OCD part of me is pleased!
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