I've Been Bad

Very, very bad. I have done nothing. Ok, not terribly bad, because I have been doing some things, (more blogs to come) but out of my huge list of seven, I have done one. 
This one: 2. Go through my T-shirts and decide which will become squares for my future quilt(s). 
But there is more to it, I promise. I redecorated part of my room, I cleaned the top section of my armoire (which had many of the aforementioned t-shirts) anddd dum-da-da-dum! My closet! 


Now, an interesting thing about my house. In the room in which I currently reside, I have NO CLOSET. Nope, no closet. Why is this you ask? Because where a closet would go is actually a staircase. Up this staircase is yet another room in our house. Fancy, fancy. So instead I have my armoire. It's huge, and takes up so much space. I wish I could get rid of it. But again, no closet. What it holds always changes.  


So now you're probably confused, "How could she clean a closet if she has no closet? Or is she simply switching back and forth on her vocabulary with the words 'closet' and 'amoire'?"  Well friends, when I was younger I decided I wanted to live in my dad's office, instead of in my room which shares a wall with the only bathroom on the floor (terrible, terrible phobia of vomit, no idea where it came from, but I'm thinking from sharing a wall with a bathroom...) Anywhoo. The closet in my old room was filled with STUFF. and I really didn't use it  or anything in it once I moved out, except to shove in a few prom dresses. 


SO I TACKLED THAT CLOSET!


Easiest thing to hoe out. All it had was toys, and bins of clothes from when i was ten. Now, it's hard for me to get rid of clothes now. I give lots of excuses, "I may wear it...someday!!" being the most common. But this, this was easy. I can't wear clothes from when I was ten. But then i saw those cute little tshirts, The San Diego zoo, One Fish Two Fish, VDub Beetles. what is a girl to do! Cut and Quilt, cut and quilt. 


But then there was another issue to tackle. What was hanging in that closet was dresses. Little girl dresses, the kind that my mother has a memory for each and every one. I must admit, in the ~20 hours (Harry Potter Books on CD, favorite cleaning tool), my mother wasn't there for any.  It was just easier. So I put the dresses into two piles : disgusting, and oooh that would make a nice square for a quilt. I also told my mom we could give them to other little girls we know, so that way we knew they would go to good use. 


But at the end of the day, many many bags went to Goodwill. And now we have come full circle, back to my armoire. Now that my closet is clean, I can rearrange what goes where. Before the cleaning, in my armoire was random tshirts and pyjamas on the top shelf, my nice but not prom dresses hanging, along with skirts, then some polos and a few button ups, and winter sweaters I brought from school for over break.  I moved all the dresses into my closet, moved my jeans into my armoire, got rid of the polos (jr /high school dress code, hate to even look at them now), left the skirts because I need a bigger bin to put all my summer clothes in, and the sweaters are still hanging. Phew! 

27 Dresses Anyone? Mmm, probs more like 35+

Slowly but surely, I will not be drowning in my room.