(I guess she has forgiven me. :) )
So, today I did a couple of nice things for myself: I put on a super cute outfit to take Dutchie to the vet. I also stopped on the way home and picked up a bottle of fresh-squeezed orange juice and some Pellegrino.
I also decided to start my (sometimes semi) annual decluttering process.
I am, by nature, a packrat. I tend to associate many of my good memories with the things that I have, and sometimes it's hard for me to part with them.
(Also, if the Zombie Apocalypse should still happen, I'm at the ready. :) )
So, let's talk about my (small) project for the day: organizing the drawer that houses my undergarments.
I was tired of pawing through an endless number of tights to find ones without a run. (Do the Zombies really need 10 pairs of black tights?) Keeping socks without mates in the hopes that the dryer would magically return them. Searching frantically for a swimsuit top.
So, in the vein of Wearing what I Love/Loving what I wear, I had a little Come-to-Jesus with my wardrobe.
How scary is this?
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| The Before Pile |
Organizing by color...
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| Black, White/pastels, Colors |
Allows me to enjoy....
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| Whites and Brights |
The things I love...
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| My grandmother's vintage slip |
(images via Framed In The Doorway)
FITD love!!
xoxo,
B
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