For those of you who know me, prepare to be shocked and a little dismayed. For those of you who don't know me, allow me to explain.
I'm an organizer. Everything in the house has a place, and the house isn't "clean" until those things are in their places.
I had a conundrum. My hair accessories/earrings/makeup was threatening to spill out of the cupboards and take over the house. And I couldn't remember where I put half of it. So I pulled it all out and laid it down on the living room carpet, the better to organize, dearie. Let me show you what I mean.
Before:
Can't reach most of the stuff I want.
Ick.
Gag.
A candy wrapper? Who lives here?
What a treat to discover that NyQuil has been laying in wait like a sticky predator.
3 hours later, after getting all my hair-ties back from the dogs (NOT a chew toy! No!)
AFTER:
Bandanas (for yard work, I'm not in a gang. Promise.) and hair claws. Bandanas go in the square box because they're square.
Headbands and hair scarves go in the round box b/c they're round...see a theme?
Flower pins and clips
Stacked on that, anything that is elastic and holds hair back
And stacked on that is anything that is a clip that holds hair in place.
Hair dryer, curling iron, straightening iron, brushes and combs go under the sink.
Husband's random junk caddy turns into my new makeup organizer!
Necklaces get hung on a really nifty plate displayer thingy I found at a flea market. It's supposed to display three plates (how....oldfashioned?). Instead it displays (most of) my necklaces.
I thought I had done sooooo well, and was about to give myself a mani/pedi, when I saw this:
I guess I have some more work to do. LOL.
5 comments:
Um. Fuck your organizing. Am I allowed to say fuck on your blog? If not, edit me. I? am a hopeless slob. I have no makeup to speak of, other than lipgloss, and I have MAYBE 3 ponytail elastic thingies but my hair is currently too short to use them. All that? tossed in a drawer somewhere with receipts from 2003 and ticket stubs that are so faded you can't read them and a nearly empty Chapstick tube. And a Laffy Taffy wrapper.
Danita, you are allowed to say Fuck on my blog. Anyone is allowed to say Fuck on my blog. I just said Fuck on my blog like three times!
PS guess who got a postcard today?!? Guess who did a silly little flip, fell on her face and busted her grill? Oh yeah baby. Gotta get my scanner hooked back up but then it's going UP on da Blog!
Yaaaaaay! I'm sorry about your grill. But scanning your face doesn't sound healthy, yo. Also, if you only got one postcard, then prepare to be shocked and amazed when the other one arrives.
I figured I'd scan the card, would make for a better blog post than my busted up face.
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