My closet is my FRENEMY!

Sometimes when I lay in bed I think about what I would like to do and/or accomplish for the next day. A lot of the times it's going on a run. So, I picture myself and my dog-son, Porter, taking a nice run in our neighborhood. Me, in my black cropped Nike pant (my fave!) and some sort of long-sleeve Nike hooded top (it has to have thumb holes though). And Porter running way ahead of me as if he were the one taking me on a run. Or, I picture myself giving my house a deep clean. What typically happens is the next day I wake up and feel as though I have already accomplished those things and don't physically do it.

Today was a different day:)

I laid in be last night thinking that I need to A) clean my closet and B) do some reorganization in said closet. I think "oh...I should go through my clothes and if I haven't worn something in, like, let's say a year it's getting donated." And, "I really need to do something with my shoes..."

(I've included a before picture- which is something I would NEVER show! And, an after picture.:))

I also downloaded an app called "Stylish Girl." The app pic is even of a a red heel- so cute! It's quite amazing really. You basically take inventory of all your clothing and accessories and shoes. And, you can also save favorite outfits. For me, it's great because it helps me not repeat an outfit in a month. But it allows you to scroll through all your tops/dresses and bottoms and shoes and accessories and figure out your outfits for the day. I haven't found anything I dislike about this app because I haven't finished taking pictures of all my stuff.

Well, as I'm reorganizing my closet, I decide that I should take a pic of each item and save it in my app. GENIUS!!! Nope...not so much. I got through half of my handbags (NOT PURSES!!!) and gave up. I really feel I need to hire someone to take on that tedious project. Also, I need more closet space. Seriously, someone who lives on organization (that would be me)needs more space in her closet to use it effectively...I need more drawers/bins/hooks to use my closet to it's best. As you see in the before pics, my closet can be my worst enemy.

I have boxes of shoes piled- and they are right behind the door so sometimes it's hard to get in.


The great thing about reorganizing my closet is I have found things I forgot I even had (not a very good thing, mind you). I found my Gucci sunglasses- YAY!. A gorgeous ring by Nordstrom. I also got rid of quite a few things. I mean, how many flip flops does one girl need? The answer, one for every possible outfit! (I somehow managed to not get rid of any- oopsies!)

So now, all my things are pretty much in one area.  And, my jewelry is even organized!I used some crystal(?) bowls (received as wedding presents) to organized my bangles and watches. And trays (one to organize all my rings and my bead necklaces. I also put all my shoes and their boxes on my top shelf. My handbags are still a work in progress. Someday I would love to transform a hall closet into my handbag closet.





I have a floor now and I'm in the right direction (I feel). I don't have anything "hidden." And, it's a heck of a lot easier for me to figure out what I need:) Which is- more SHOES!

I think I am turning blue...like a Smurf! Wait... I can turn colors? Who cares???? I'm choking!!!

I feel like I should expand a bit on my love of chewy candy.  These chewy delectables were first introduced to America in the hard candy option.  I don't know when it became available in the chewy form, and I don't care so much.  But thank goodness!!! 

I don't love all chewy candy- I love chewy candy that were first a hard candy.  For example, Sweet Tarts- they have a sweet outershell and then you start chewing it and now you're eye is twitching from the tart. Mmmm.

Or, Runts (all except for banana- sidenote: who is the genius (aka idiot) that came up with the idea to have an all banana quarter machine- YUCK!

New found favorite: Chewy Lemonheads.  I came across these from someone at work (she brought in a HUGE halloween sized bag of these and now I can't stop myself from "stealing" them off her desk.  Hey, if you invite me to have a piece of candy from your jar, it's like an invitation EVERYTIME I walk by your desk.  I can't help it if your desk is on my way out the door either!)

Classic favorite: CHEWY GOBSTOPPERS....did ya hear me??? CHEWY GOBSTOPPERS!!! (sigh)
And, thank goodness! God bless the genius (aka genius) that had their morning breakfast the day they thought of this!  It's just too bad they didn't invent this back in 1995!  Yes, there is a story behind this.

I'm sitting in class (I think this was before I was addicted to skipping class, so before my senior year).  The desks were shaped in a circle (maybe rectangle, you get the pic, no?)- for some discussion about something important that happened years ago.  So, we were all facing each other.  I bought a box of Gobstoppers (the hard kind).  In the middle of class I pop one in my mouth, thinking I was so cool because I thought Gobstoppers were so cool.  As I'm in the middle of my thought the damn Gobstopper gets lodged in my throat!!! You may be picturing me interuppting class, standing up with my hands around my throat...Oh no no no no no.... I am sitting down thinking, "crap, how do I get this thing dislodged and not cause a scene at the same time?" Godforbid, I draw attention to myself.  And, I was slightly embarrased.  Would you want to be known as the girl who choked in the middle of class on a Gobstopper?  I didn't think so.

My thought process (as I am choking) is to stand up and walk to the ladies room and just hack it up.  Or, maybe I can pretend to be coughing and dislodge it that way.  Or, swallow it down. Meanwhile, my eyes are watering and my throat is hurting! (Just reminiscing about it is causing a lump to form in my throat.)  After awhile, which seems like forever, I relax and the Gobstopper magically moves up to my mouth.  You'd think, at this point, I would just spit it out and throw away the box...but no.  I finish my Gobstopper and give the rest to someone else.  And, I vow to never to eat another hard Gobstopper again (which I have avoided for 14 years and counting) Thus, the beginning of my obsession of Chewy Candy.

Does my handwriting look okay?

This blog site is an outlet for me to freely write out my thoughts.  I am giving my poor husband a break from listening to me ask questions or talk about things at random.  Seriously, if you were a fly on the wall you would probably be thinking, "what in the world is this girl talking about?" or "where does she come up with these things!"  or "Man, she asks a lot of questions!"

I started writing in a journal (as one of my new year's resolutions) to do exactly what I am doing now: writing my thoughts.  Well, that and to write down my crazy dreams.  The problem I was having writing in a journal was A) my hands would start to hurt and B) I couldn't write as fast as I was thinking. Does that sound weird???

Oh well... And, I get pretty anal about my handwriting (which I will explain where this comes from).  If I don't like the way my handwriting looks I WILL crumble the paper up and start over.  Am I the only one that does this?  This anal retentiveness came about in 5th grade.  Good ol' St John the Baptist.  Yes, it was a Catholic school. And yes, I wore a uniform- navy blue, polyester pleated skirt, sometimes a jumper or slacks, with a white polo or collared shirt.  Well, in 5th grade my teacher, Sr. Marilyn, gave out awards- one of them being, you guessed it, the "Best Handwriting Award."  I wanted that award.  I wanted it so bad I was willing to trade my favorite rosary for it. (just kidding- sort of).  I would practice for hours at home, making sure my handwriting was clear, concise and just looked darn good! I would take my sweet time making sure my cursive "S" reached the exact line on my practice paper. 

Each and every month when awards would come around I would anticipate hearing my name... It came time to announce the handwriting award and each time my classmate Molly would win it.  This would only make me heated and challenged me even more.  Granted, Molly did have nice handwriting, but give someone else a chance!!! At the end of my 5th grade career I (sadly) never won the coveted handwriting award. Thus, my anal-retentiveness with my handwriting has begun...and my collection of notebooks and pens:)