When The Words Won't Come

It’s been said by all of us at some point or another that, despite knowing the need to feed the blog beast with new content, there are simply days when the words don’t come. For me that ‘day’ is stretching to several days which is quite as unnerving as I know folks aren’t checking in for kicks. You’re only good as your last post.

So, what’s your activity of choice when you’ve got muddy brain and the words aren’t coming? Mine vary but for the last two days I’ve been tackling the Herculean task of cleaning and re-organizing our closet. This is a multi-stage endeavor and yesterday I got as far as taking down all my boxes of shoes, dusting them, and polishing the top shelf before looking at said shoes, reminiscing and getting teary eyed over those I have worn and loved but don’t wear anymore (read: career pumps) before putting them back. I also emptied my shelves, polished them, removed all hanging garments for a good shake and brush, polished the baseboards, and did a full vacuum.

I did the same thing for J’s half of the closet (yes, I let him have half given his metrosexual thing for nice dress shirts and shoes) but knowing that he wouldn’t be happy about any clothing disruption I finished his side by packing away all shorts and polo shirts and organizing his shelves by jeans, khakis, long sleeve knits, sweaters, and sweat shirts. Then I re-arranged his hanging shirts by color, weight, and occasion. All of this will ensure that he actually has a reason to ask me, “Do you know where my (insert male garment of choice here) is?”

Here’s where we stood last night:

It's kind of nice- as if they were just waiting for me to go shopping

Yes, I know there is a pair of jeans mixed in with the khakis but there is only so much I can do

I have a thing about sweaters

Today, I finished my side. I’m a sweater girl so my shelves are: lightweight cotton V-necks, cotton turtleneck cable, casual variety, and heavy chunky turtlenecks (you know, in case I head to Aspen for the holidays).

So now we have a beautifully organized clean closet from which we can pick out the same 4 pieces of clothing we wear every day.

Here are some more gems I came across:

One, and only one, sterling silver earring desparately in need of cleaning. Pretty sure I bought the pair over 10 years ago.

You never know when you're going to need a bandana- and not just for a hoedown. They're perfect for covering your hair in the midst of really grungy dusty cleaning...Damn! Oh well, I'm rockin' a scrunchie from 1984.

Wore these to senior prom in college. That was 1983, the year before I bought the scrunchie.

Lovely pillow I nabbed at TJ Maxx 6 years ago because it contains all the colors I wanted to have in my formal living room- if we had one or the money to furnish it. Still, finding something in the shade of celadon on the back is almost impossible. Right? RIGHT?

Sweater my mother knit for me in college.

The end to this narrative? Each of these items went right back where I found it. Toss it? Take it to silver dealer as silver prices are at an all time high? Donate it? Nah. Any one of them might have a use of which I am currently unaware but will become vitally important at some unknown future time. Plus, I'll never let go of the sweater...