Closet/Me Makeover

This photo got your attention but don't get too excited, this is not the remodel of my closet...but my closet will look like this in my next house.

For years I lived in a very small trailer with a very small closet. Everything was in that closet, you know the kind with a sliding door and a pipe across the length of it. The ceiling was like 6 foot tall so when I would hang any long items you could not see the floor. I felt like a little possum scouring looking for my shoes under all the clothes. In a trailer you do not have an attic. So guess where the Christmas tree and outgrown baby items where stored? You got it ...my closet.

I felt like a queen when we moved into our house. I thought that closet was huge. The greatest thing was I did not have to share it with Mr. Christmas tree, or the vacuum cleaner, or the 1988 highchair.

Actually in this photo I had already started taking stuff out.

Camo Man hates sharing with me. He is so organized and everything in a place. But now I wear scrubs to work and I am not really a clothing shopper. I hear all you shoppers gasping for air.

It is ok, I have come to terms with it. (After gaining weight, I would rather buy house stuff and of course fabric than clothes). If there is anyone out there like me, please leave me a comment, it gets lonely not going to the mall.

Well it is time to clean out and organize before Camo Man puts it all on the front lawn. He really is a patient man.

Who wants to dress after wearing scrubs all week? On the weekend I tend to grab a t-shirt and old shorts. I never really dress nice. Then if I run an errand I feel frumpy.

And boy you won't admit it but thats when you see everybody that you graduated with or worked with at a past job. The worst is when you see the guy you dated a hundred years ago with his cute little fabulous young wife. Then I ask my self "Why didn't I just take five minutes and put on something cute???". (I'd be perfect for that What Not To Wear show).
Solution for me, I put all the t-shirts and shorts in the dresser drawer. Only my nicer clothes are hanging. As you can see I don't have that many.

Yes, that is a pair of bee slippers on the self.

This way I am hoping that I will think twice before I just grab something. Last weekend I got dressed to go out. It made me feel so good when my sis in-law wanted to know why I was dressed up. She even wanted to know if I lost weight. What motivation me not to just grab something other than a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I think I will clean out the closet more often and maybe throw in a little shopping trip.