Sunday 9 February 2014

Sunday Confession #InMyCloset

I think it would be easier to tell you what's not in my closet. My closet hides everything. I'm not a super neat person, never have been. Most of the clothes in my closet are not even ones that I wear. All my clean clothes are usually still in the laundry basket and dwindles down as the days go by. I hold onto things because I think, maybe one day I'll fit into that again. I also have a box full of drawings that The Monkey and Little One have made for me. I just don't have the heart to throw some of these things out. I have keepsakes, from 20 years ago on the top shelf. It's also the place I put things that I take away from the kids.
I've always envied those closets that are so organized and put together so nicely. I try to do that but then my old patterns keep coming back. Can't teach an old dog new tricks I suppose.

I'd like to think that would change if I ever had tow hate a closet but then I'd probably just end up overtaking it all anyways.

Oh well.