I have to confess: I’m a mess. My computers’s a mess, my phone’s a mess, and my closet is … Let’s not even go there. Let’s just say it’s not pretty. But I try. It’s strange, though. Every-time, just as I’m done organizing the closet (cramming everything in with a stick and quickly wrapping a chain around the door so it don’t burst open), something weird happens. It’s like it spontaneously explodes, it projectile vomits every sock and every pair of tights and every single blouse I have back out all over the room and onto the floor. I should probably contact someone about that. I might be dealing with some kind of extremely local seismological phenomenon.
Does this happen to you too? It’s not like I have that much clothes, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. If you have any tips, please share them with me! I’m almost up to point where I’ll donate all my clothes to replace them with a uniform.
I do, however, like organizing stuff to photograph them. Like this one with Stila lip glaze. Somehow I find the patience for it, maybe because it takes my focus away from the mess in my closet. It was tricky getting those round little bastards to stay still — one wrong move and game over.
So that’s how I spent my Sunday, carefully ignoring my closet