My closet is really neat. All the clothes are hung up with the hooks of the hangers facing the same direction, a holdover from my days working retail where I had to straighten and neaten all the racks before closing. My clothes are also sorted by kind, and then by color. So, all my t-shirts are hung together, and the blue shades are together, the red shades, so forth and so on. All my work/business casual shirts are hung together, all my tank tops/camisoles are hung together….it’s easier for me this way. I don’t like hunting for stuff when I first get up, because while I’m not falling asleep on my feet, I’m not 100% awake and the less time I have to spend rifling through clothes trying to find a gray and blue tank top or my little short-sleeved sweater shrug I wear (I don’t like showing off my bare arms, even in the summer.), the better.
My sister, she of the disastrous room I wrote about a few days ago, laughs at me over that (not maliciously), but I just retort by going into her room, flinging her closet doors open, and asking her to find something specific, like her favorite blue polka dot shirt she wears to work….and she can’t.
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