I admit it.
Wednesday January 4, 2012I admit it.
I love the high of a serious post-holiday cleaning and organizing binge.
In the past 48 hours all Christmas paraphernalia that trimmed the house was gathered and sorted. Light strands with more bulbs dead then alive were tossed and trolls and nutcrackers were rolled in their tissue blankets for another year.
Now my appetite for organization was whetted.
I opened and dumped every drawer from my dresser, sorting and folding, making fresh stacks of tees organizing by sleeve lengths. I could now find my black camisoles, temporarily eliminating my old way of thinking where making a quick run to the Gap was just easier and logical. This explains why I unearthed 6 black camis.
Next was the closet.
5 bars of hanging items removed and regrouped.

I love seeing all the cashmeres hanging on padded hangers in a line-up. Of course the new order exposes my purchasing faux pas. 4 similar styles in orange, and 5 in oatmeal.

Continuing the high, I moved into the bathroom where makeup past it's expiration date, give or take a year, was dusted or tossed, and brushes of all kinds dipped in hot sudsy water, fluffed and left to air dry.

Succumbing to fatigue, with the high starting to wear off fast, returning to the couch to watch the last few recorded episodes of Homeland seemed like clearer thinking. Hitting the pause button occasionally, I popped back into my closet and stared, just to get the last bit of adrenaline rush.
So begins the new year.
My birthday is in early January, so the new year really is my personal new year. And I do believe there is a lot to be said about organizing. Come on, there are whole stores dedicated to the concept!
Somewhere around June I’ll re-look at my closet and compare to today’s pictures.
I’m pretty sure it won’t matter though.
June is just a whole different feeling then January.
Like the song says, “ and the living is easy.”
So till then I’ll enjoy the fleeting peace of order, and I’ll wear a different orange cashmere each day this week.

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