Let me just preface this post by saying I REALLY thought I was an organized person growing up. And I think even into my early 20s I insisted I was organized. But I’m coming to the conclusion that organization is just not my thing. I like when things are organized. A lot. But I don’t like doing it or keeping up with it. I don’t know why.
Two weekends ago I did a sort of spring cleaning. One day that week I had jumped on one of Flylady’s calls and I think it got me revved up to do some purging. Scott was very proud.
Last night I finally took the rest of Lexi’s clothes out of her closet and combined it with Emma’s. I moved my ever-growing stash of CVS stuff to the top shelf of Lexi’s closet. And now I can actually fit all of my towels in my hall closet with a little bit of room leftover.
I did actually take before and after pictures.
Before (after the clothes were moved)
Yes, there were towels stuffed everywhere!
After
And just because, here are other places I organized/cleaned that day.
Awesome! Can you tackle the closet under my stairs next? 🙂
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yeah right after i do my closet, emma’s closet, the top of the hall closet, etc, etc.