Yeah, as if my wardrobe looks like this. My wardrobe (which is a walk-in), looks like a bomb has gone through it and all the fall out from the devastation is still on the ground.Its a bit of a momentus occasion when you finally decide to go through all the shelves and hangers and decide what stays, what goes to St Vinnies and what gets taken to the dump. Don't get me wrong, I did not have a Martha Stewart moment, rather, I got told off by Evan who couldn't put the clean folded clothes away due to all the mess and thrown in bundles of clothes on every shelf.
So, I decided today seeing as it was too hot to go outside that I would put on some music, take a deep breath and dive into the bowel of my wardrobe to see what the hell was in there!
I have a terrible habit of getting very bored with the mundane things that we have to do in our lives (i.e. ironing, folding clothes, etc etc) and find it difficult to complete these tasks as I always come up with something more exciting to do while I am doing it.
But not today.
Surrounded by my trusted canine companions, I noticed that the piles were starting to grow very high and the clothes that were actually being put back into the wardrobe were less and less.
A very shocked Evan came into the bedroom and gasped with shock to think that I was actually completing such a manual and tedious task.
But finish I did, and I have to say that after putting all the clothes back in, in some semblance of order, I need to buy more clothes!
I still have the shoes to tackle, but I will save that for another day (in the next 10 years!).
