basic SPACE.

Today as I was throwing things around my room in order to find the wallet and keys that I thought I lost, only to discover my purse hanging in plain sight off my desk chair, I realized: my room is an absolute pig sty. I had saved money to spend during my 2 week vacation in Florida, and as I pleasantly discovered, sixty dollars can buy quite a lot of random thrift store goodies. As I not so pleasantly discovered, it can also buy a huge headache when you need to wash, fold, and try to put them all away in closets and drawers that are already bursting. A visit to my room will show that my bookshelves do not even house books anymore, rather I have rows and rows of blue jeans and sweaters crammed into the small space. (My books have been sent to the communal bookshelves in my basement.) My floor is a mess of bills, envelopes, bobby pins, perfume bottles, magazines, hair clips, sunglasses, library books, feather headdresses (yes, really) and tons of other randomness that I can honestly say that I do not even know all that I own because I cannot see it all. Some of my clothing is stored downstairs, some in my attic, and some in my poor grandmother's drawers and closets. I do not like to get rid of anything. Eventually, when I have teenage children, they will be very thankful for this, but it drives my family crazy. I have dreams of downsizing my wardrobe, of choosing basics that I will wear over again in hopes of looking classic and sophisticated instead of too trendy, but my love of clothing always gets the best of me. I have a horrible phobia of being seen in the same outfit- in the same combination- twice. I know, I'm crazy. This is why I also have about seven cream colored sweaters when only two (or maybe three) are necessary. My goal for the rest of the summer is to get two bags of clothing that I know I really won't wear anymore and either open up an online store or donate them to Goodwill. I also want to be able to have a desk that I can sit at, with organized drawers and a system for my accessories that makes them all accessible. Hey, a girl can dream...