
We had a bomb-ass profesh. organizer come over and as part of our marriage agreement Matt gets those drawers and the "real" closet which is actually just the size of a little mouse's wedge of cheese.
My "closet" is out of control. O-O-C. Digging around in it became impossible. Putting things back in - IMPOSSIBLE. So tight, over-stuffed, disorganized. Hell.
It's all CLEARLY BECAUSE I OWN SO MANY COATS. HUGE FAUX FURS AND MORE - CAPES TOO!
There are Three Capes right here:
To Recover from Wardrobe Organization Hell I:
Photographed and listed some thrift/vintage items on Etsy.
Brought out my rolling rack and put things on there and changed the homes of some things.
Picked out at least a dozen items to take to Housing Works (thrift shop.)
Pre-Assembled some outfits for work this week so I don't have to go berzerk in the morning and hate my life.
This is me with no makeup working out some things I'd like to wear, but not sure what the whole outfit should be. You can see how tiny our apartment is. I think this place is 20' wide. If.

I worked for a long, long time today hashing out this mess. I was having a mental block on styling outfits to wear to work, but I think I made a couple.
It would be easier to get dressed if it wasn't so freaking cold outside.
I made it so only work clothes and fancy party dresses are hanging. All my leisure clothes including night gowns and "house coats" are in a bin. And of course 2 dozen jackets/coats are hanging but the capes are now folded and on one of the high shelves because they're worn so intermittently.
Saturday evening I did some nice makeup and pretended like my hair doesn't even exist and took pictures of stuff to sell on Etsy and I looked skinny! I've been watching what I eat. And I blog gang-style at Fat-Hell-Ninjas.



This is the first time in a long time I've taken the time to fill in my brows.

I'm usually not lazy but it's super hard to be all-around on top of every single thing.

















