Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Beyond paper: How organizing is ruining my life this week.
Here lie G's clothes.
Short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, patterns, solids, skirts, jeans, knit pants, various other pants.
Not pictured: Anything considered warm weather clothing, button down shirts and dresses.
Up until today, I have shoved these clothes (by category) into bins that are in our basement. Clothes went into the washing machine/dryer, clothes then got rumpled into a giant ball and tossed in said bins. It wasn't neat, but it was QUICK and sort of organized.
Well, until I decided to pull it all out, and WOW are we lucky the bin system didn't break down and drown the entire house with Target leggings. Shame on you Target, and your $3 polka dot leggings.
So I've decided that it's about time I give G the freedom to choose her clothing. Yup, I said it. I pick out her outfits everyday. And I love it, okay. But I'm pretty sure I can now trust her to dress herself.
The pile pictured came upstairs to find homes in 3 DRAWERS. Plus the stuff that's hanging.
70% of it stayed in the basement to die.
It is a total hoarding nightmare (or dream, depending on how you look at it).
L's wardrobe is even worse. Because I can *distinctly* remember thinking that L was low in clothing (probably while shopping in the Target legging department). So as it turns out, L has ample clothing, which she continues to fit into because she NEVER GROWS...and then I just keep shoving G's old stuff in her bins too, so what we are facing is a LEVEL 5 RED THREAT PERFECT STORM NUCLEAR WARNING, because L has a wardrobe large enough to outfit 52 children ranging from newborn to size 6.
I have officially become Goodwill.