The thing I love about blogging is that I air all my dirty laundry for men in Pakistan to read about and then it starts to gnaw at me that I should probably do something about the real laundry. I mean, if my mom ever does start reading my blog, she’s going to call me on the carpet for some recent housekeeping confessions I’ve made to random strangers, so I thought it best to go ahead and start tackling the old “to do” list so that when she does call to fuss at me, I can tell her I’ve mended my ways.
No, I didn’t straighten the pictures. Or dust. I’m waiting for a rainy fifth Tuesday of a month that ends in X to do those tasks. Yesterday I decided the time had come to disassemble rearrange torch everything and start all over again with my closet. Remember I said that it was in a bad way?
It was “Late to church because I can’t find the matching shoe” bad way.
“Winter coats and sweaters when it’s 90 degree shorts weather outside” bad way.
“Husband threatening to never buy another pair of shoes or new clothes until it was cleaned out” bad way.
Okay, the “no new shoes” comment is what it took to light the fire under me. Summer’s comin’ and Mama needs new shoes.
So I pulled every last item of clothing out of my closet, (and why do I have this obsession with showing you every bad habit of mine?) and this is the conclusion to which I arrived.
Hello, my name is Susan, and I clearly have a bit of a shoe problem.
It was oh-so-painful, but I had part with some of them. I only had the emotional fortitude to toss three very-past-their-prime pairs, and I had Craig help me decide by giving him a vote on his choice for the first in line for the trashcan. These are the shoes he chose.
Yes, they are cracked and completely worn out, but they are so very comfortable. And they have the added honor of being the pair that have logged more carpool miles than all the other pairs combined. Funny how when I asked if I should get rid of the ones pictured below, he said “Absolutely not”.
Smart man.
After everyone was happily and perfectly matched (unlike He Who Must Never Be Named in My Blog Again and Molly), they were put back into the closet along with the summer clothes while the winter clothes were relegated to the hall closet.
I’d show you a picture of my summer clothes hanging in the closet, but really, how many white t-shirts can a person stand to look at?
And in other news -
I went to Sonic on Saturday to spend the gift card that I won from Amber’s giveaway several weeks back. She’s been yapping about this Pineapple Diet Dr. Pepper thing for so long that I just had to go try it. And since it was her dime, I ordered a backup of my favorite drink (Vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper) just in case her concoction was gag-inducing.
I know you’re all waiting with bated breath to find out what it tasted like. I’ll have you know that it was oddly delightful. The first sip was “Huh?” but the subsequent thirty were very satisfying.
Hope Mom and Amber are happy now.
And the men in Pakistan.
Have a nice day.
