I want to be like Shauna in some ways.
One of those ways being the way she deals with closets. She has less clothes than anyone I know. Anyone whose closets I've actually seen. Which these days isn't many, but in high school I saw quite a few closets.
I was usually starring longingly into the closets of my friends secretly jealous of their sense of style and my apparent lack of. My closet was full just like theirs, but everyday I would stare sadly into the mess and wish I had something to wear.
It's not much different these days, but these days it doesn't matter much. A four year old and a two year old don't care what I wear. They slobber and wipe boogers on anything. They are not prejudice. And sick patients don't care either.
But I wear scrubs because I'm supposed to.
Back to my closet. One of my unwritten New Year's Resolutions is to be more organized. It's unwritten so that I won't be able to look back at it at the end of the year and see my failure.
I read somewhere on organization that one could/should remove one article of clothing every week that hasn't been worn in the last six months and donate to charity.
I think Shauna goes through her closet every few months and cleans house of the unwanted clothes. Every item in her closet is in good condition and ready to wear in a moments notice. Which means that they all fit appropriately.
What a novel idea.
I can't tell you how many items I have for "the next time I get pregnant" or "after a good week on the treadmill" but by the time either of those actually happen I'll want nothing to do with the clothes.
So it goes on and on.
More that half of my clothes are neglected. They don't get worn. Occasionally they might get tried on and after a scowl in the mirror should go directly to the charity box, but there they sit filling up my closet and get looked over again and again.
I need Shauna. She needs to come here and clean my closet.
Then we need to go shopping.
Because I can tell you right now she would not approve of much in there right now.