The days are long, the weather is wonderful, and I’m posting embarrassing pictures of my home online. Internet, it’s summertime.
This year was bad on the organization front. We fell into the habit of maintaining tiny pockets of the home: the boys’ bathroom, the dining room table, the family room. The rest of the house–especially anything with doors and drawers–suffered from our benign neglect. Even my closet, which I normally keep organized and color-coded, ended up a tangled mess of unused clothing with doors that couldn’t close completely.
I normally try to tackle tasks that benefit the family as a whole, but this summer I am focusing on myself. First up is my closet.
I emptied everything out and started purging in a way that wasn’t aggressive, but wasn’t passive, either. I purged firmly. Hah! My multiple clothing sizes initially slowed my progress. I’m watching what I eat and exercising, which put me into the dangerous “maybe I should keep this because I’m going to lose weight” frame of mind. In the end, my vanity shook me out of it. My donation pile didn’t look impressive enough so I went back for more.
I delivered four bags of clothing to Goodwill; I had two bags of trash. I cleaned out my closet, my dresser, and the builtins where I keep my workout clothes. I did not get to my shoes, socks, or undergarments, but I will. I did some rearranging, too, and put some items in drawers that I once kept on hangers. I have one empty drawer left in my dresser.
T-Shirt and Sweatshirt Drawer
Shorts, Tanktops, and Camisoles
This is, by far, the funniest picture of the bunch. A while back I started thinking about uniforms and personal style. I want one! I wished, at the time, that my style wasn’t so eclectic and colorful.
The purple sweater was a gift.
“You could wear the purple sweater during Lent,” said The Mister as he charted the sea of oatmeal and charcoal sweaters.
“I could,” I conceded. Spoiler: That’s actually when I wear it.
Not a bad showing for the first time organizing this year, but I’m not completely satisfied. I could do better, have less stuff. I love the idea of living a more mindful life, especially when it comes to consumerism and waste. I started following popular “zero waste” personalities on Instagram, but many of them are committed to the point of zealotry. It was the performance art minimalism has been accused of being. For now, I’m content acknowledging there are many things I can improve upon in terms of mindfulness while still using toilet paper. I’ll read, research, and look for a blogger or instagrammer who inspires me to take action in the fall or winter. Right now, it’s summer and I have embarrassing pictures to take.