Closeted
If I had one fervent wish to make this very moment, it would be more, more storage space for everything in my room, starting with my closet. "It's a small world after all," goes the children's songs, and with the state of disarray my room is in, nothing could be truer. Books, papers, shoes, clothes--all bursting from their respective racks, shelves, and drawers. Ayiiieee. Every time I undertake a decluttering of my room, I pray for God-given ingenuity and creativity to find space for my modest earthly possessions.
Today I started with my closet, performing a major elimination and clean-up, as it has not been organized since late last year, just before J199 and J200 took over my life. It took me an entire day, and despite me ending up sweaty and dazed, I think it was worth it.
The top shelf of my closet is occupied by papers and books that no longer have room on my bedside shelves. This is a very, very cluttered area, as this becomes the first depository area of junk I choose not to display in my room ("They can't see it anyway" is my logic in doing so).
And bursting, if I may add, as one time, as I was struggling to pull out a polo shirt, I accidentally hit the stack of papers on the top and down came tumbling all the paperwork and magazines that I have been accumulating since first year college, including I believe a hardbound book which caused me to cry out in pain and agony at the literal avalanche of junk.
The very bottom of my closet is slightly a bit more organized, containing a few more books, duffel bags, and a couple of pairs formal shoes that again, do not fit in my shoe cabinet.
The middle part is where I keep all my clothes. Warming to the task at hand, I emptied the entire closet and placed all clothes on my bed and began arranging them into the following 1) wearable, 2) for repair, 3) for alteration, and 4) I'll be rich when I sell these in the next garage sale.
I am not aware of the full capacity of my clothes closet, but from the extremely squished, sad-looking state of the shirts and pants I brought out, I reckon it must have been "operating" on four times its load, with the clothes pole probably groaning under all the weight of 50+ clothes hangers.
Keeping clothes in your closet is one thing; ensuring their "wearability" and actually wearing them is another. When you start discovering t-shirts and pants that have not been used since Joseph Estrada was still President, then you definitely know that you have some major closet organization and elimination to do.
I can't believe it took me quite such time to actually get down to do this; after all, I start work next week! Which makes eliminating a good thing, since I would now have more room for the new work clothes I would hopefully begin purchasing next week (i.e. polos and pants). Awesome.
Today I started with my closet, performing a major elimination and clean-up, as it has not been organized since late last year, just before J199 and J200 took over my life. It took me an entire day, and despite me ending up sweaty and dazed, I think it was worth it.
The top shelf of my closet is occupied by papers and books that no longer have room on my bedside shelves. This is a very, very cluttered area, as this becomes the first depository area of junk I choose not to display in my room ("They can't see it anyway" is my logic in doing so).
And bursting, if I may add, as one time, as I was struggling to pull out a polo shirt, I accidentally hit the stack of papers on the top and down came tumbling all the paperwork and magazines that I have been accumulating since first year college, including I believe a hardbound book which caused me to cry out in pain and agony at the literal avalanche of junk.
The very bottom of my closet is slightly a bit more organized, containing a few more books, duffel bags, and a couple of pairs formal shoes that again, do not fit in my shoe cabinet.
The middle part is where I keep all my clothes. Warming to the task at hand, I emptied the entire closet and placed all clothes on my bed and began arranging them into the following 1) wearable, 2) for repair, 3) for alteration, and 4) I'll be rich when I sell these in the next garage sale.
I am not aware of the full capacity of my clothes closet, but from the extremely squished, sad-looking state of the shirts and pants I brought out, I reckon it must have been "operating" on four times its load, with the clothes pole probably groaning under all the weight of 50+ clothes hangers.
Keeping clothes in your closet is one thing; ensuring their "wearability" and actually wearing them is another. When you start discovering t-shirts and pants that have not been used since Joseph Estrada was still President, then you definitely know that you have some major closet organization and elimination to do.
I can't believe it took me quite such time to actually get down to do this; after all, I start work next week! Which makes eliminating a good thing, since I would now have more room for the new work clothes I would hopefully begin purchasing next week (i.e. polos and pants). Awesome.