My Closet From Hell

So here's another little tidbit into the psyche of Gieselle/Gigi P. I freakin' hate cleaning my closet. Hate is not a strong enough word. If you give me the option... "go have a baby in a hospital or clean your closet"... I swear I will actually ponder which to do! I greatly admire organized people. I am not one. I have to work really... super hard to appear organized( to some extent).

Anyone who knows me knows I was the girl:

- always late to the bus stop because I could not get dressed in the am.
- was voted most likely to Lose something important by my sorority pledge class. Yeah DPHIE Girls...!!!!!
- go into my handbag and you will gasp! I promise! Not dirty... at all.. just unorganized.

But I appreciate and love organization. I love to see an organized pantry, drawer.... I love it! While other unorganized Peeps... could care less.. I care. That is why I feel in love with this handsome boy, Chris. Well one of the reasons. Chris is organized, meticulous.... I swear ... I remember one time at a Summer House pre marriage.. he opened his duffle bag. Every girl in the room GASPED! It was beautiful. Shirts perfect. socks perfect.. etc etc.

And Please know I am not putting myself down..... I know God gave me other strengths....( Organization is just not one).

So every year I begin the dread in my head around cleaning my closet. I want to do it.. I need to do it. I hate it. This thought sits there in my head for days, months, years.

So this past week WE DID IT! And it is organized...

And yes WE. I take the clothes out. Chris sorts and puts things back. And I love my redone closet (maybe not perfect but much better).


I feel the weight of the world off my shoulders and love it soooooooo!







And all you Super Organized People Feel Free to comment and say things like
" I would have organized by color, season , etc..."

PS: Edited to add.. one of my fave bloggers just wrote a similar post. I love her closet I must say
here