One of the joys of being a blogger, is that I get to write about successful accomplishments, and share detailed before and after shots. I can pick and choose just how nitty-gritty, how raw, and how much or how many of my true weaknesses I want to share. And too, I can only hope that I bring you inspiration and where-with-all on tackling your own DIY endeavors. Today’s post is all about getting things outta the closet, figuratively and literally.
Last week, I revealed to you my Master Plan – a huge project I am about to undertake and am actually really excited to start working on. But with all projects, a lot of prep and organization must be ironed out before major changes can take place. Such is the case with the current closet.
It was a mess.
It was the Bermuda Triangle of inattentive, disheveled, and chaotic.
A monumental embarrassment.
So much so, that I didn’t want to admit, nor show you the true “Before” picture, as that picture was entirely too dim to share. But no sense in continuing to beat myself up over that gloom, as I went into that closet this past weekend, and tackled that mess head on. A lot had to come out of that closet and organization needed to prevail!
Aye! Aye! Aye!
And the ugly wallpaper doesn’t help either.
Just walking into that closet with huge leaf bags in hand, made my head spin around like the Exorcist. It was so overwhelming, I didn’t know where or how to start. I needed someone to help me that was 1) a dear friend and 2) was completely impartial to the stuff and 3) had a smart method to the madness.
Jeff, my best friend of 23 years, was my helper on the case. We designated 3 sorting areas:
Starting in the front of the room and moving toward the back, Jeff was my sounding guard. He pulled things into prospective and before I knew it, my vision was clear, and it was rather easy to decipher which items I was going to keep, donate or toss.
Four full leaf bags, two trash bags, two hours, and a categorized rolling rack later, my side of the closet was organized and ready to be smoothly transferred to the new closet space. And when Sean came up to look at our accomplishment, Jeff looked at him and said “You’re next, my brutha!”
A lot came out of that closet. Clothes, shoes, a whole lot of honesty and a vow to not ever let my closet get so out of hand again. And by confessing this to you, it will keep me loyal to my pledge and keep that weakness outta the closet. Now if only I could promise that everything would remain as neatly folded as a denim wall at the Gap…