The epitome of a boring post

I can't believe I wrote a whole post on cleaning my closet.

And I can't bear to delete it.

I'm sorry.

Fall cleaning

Yesterday I spent more than four hours cleaning my closet.

It started out that I needed to hang my new purchases up, and figured that I would pull out some of the things that were either a) to small and not going to fit in the next month when I go back to work b) seriously not my style and what was I thinking and c) seriously worn out and I haven't worn since six months before I got pregnant.

Therefore I decided to try on every pair of pants, every skirt and every dress in my closet to decide what fit and what looked good. And I put all my blouses in color order.

Then I decided to clean the bottom of the closet, which houses all my dress shoes (43 pairs) and my slippers (3 pair) and an enormous amount of clothes that I pulled off the racks in frustration that I didn't like and all my sweaters which didn't get packed up last season because it was the winter that didn't want to end.

Then I decided to clean the top of the closet, which has my sneakers (8 pair) and flip flops (7 pair) and all my purses, as well as various crap that I didn't know what to do with.

And now: clean!! (note: this was all about my side of the closet. While my husband cannot actually hang something straight on a hanger and misses the hamper more times that he makes it, his side is relatively clean at all times.)

Also, I managed to (generally) come clean about how much I purchased and the fact that I opened a credit card without fainting from the pressure of it. It's usually not a problem - he's usually there for my purchasing (what can I say, my husband likes to shop) but I really went overboard the other day, but when I looked at it all I couldn't find anything to take back. So instead I cleaned.

His only comment? "I guess I'm glad I'm working all this overtime." Works for me!