Warning.
Warning.
The following entry is the result of insomnia and contains descriptions of behavior that may or may not be pathological in nature.
It is also really boring.
I just organized my closet.
I sorted my shirts into groups. First are casual shirts. These are split into tee-shirts, tank tops, and everything else. I organized my tee-shirts by whether they have stuff written on them an what color they are and where they came from.
Next are my camisoles. I put these all on one hanger (I don't have very many of them anymore) when I noticed I don't actually have enough hangers to hang up all my cloths. I never noticed this before because it's usually tossed around my room in various piles. I also nabbed some hangers from downstairs. It still isn't enough. I need to buy some more.
Next are my button down shirts (organized by color) and then my nice shirts.
Then pants, in no particular order. Then skirts, organized by how often I wear them with a special section for black peasant skirts, because I have a bunch of these (four actually, but that's a lot). Lastly, dresses, in no special order because I don't actually have enough dresses for it to matter.
Then I looked at my shoes. Then I threw out five pairs of shoes. I don't know how the hell I ended up with this many pairs of shoes. It must be some kinda of disease.
Either that or I haven't bothered to throw any away in years.
Gah, it's 5:30 in the morning. I'm going to bed. I'll organize my pajamas and gym cloths later.
The following entry is the result of insomnia and contains descriptions of behavior that may or may not be pathological in nature.
It is also really boring.
I just organized my closet.
I sorted my shirts into groups. First are casual shirts. These are split into tee-shirts, tank tops, and everything else. I organized my tee-shirts by whether they have stuff written on them an what color they are and where they came from.
Next are my camisoles. I put these all on one hanger (I don't have very many of them anymore) when I noticed I don't actually have enough hangers to hang up all my cloths. I never noticed this before because it's usually tossed around my room in various piles. I also nabbed some hangers from downstairs. It still isn't enough. I need to buy some more.
Next are my button down shirts (organized by color) and then my nice shirts.
Then pants, in no particular order. Then skirts, organized by how often I wear them with a special section for black peasant skirts, because I have a bunch of these (four actually, but that's a lot). Lastly, dresses, in no special order because I don't actually have enough dresses for it to matter.
Then I looked at my shoes. Then I threw out five pairs of shoes. I don't know how the hell I ended up with this many pairs of shoes. It must be some kinda of disease.
Either that or I haven't bothered to throw any away in years.
Gah, it's 5:30 in the morning. I'm going to bed. I'll organize my pajamas and gym cloths later.