For me, spending time in my room is incredibly relaxing simply because it is my safe haven. Everything is white and beautiful, and very calming. But I think my favourite part about my room, is my closet... actually I think that's my real safe haven.
Unfortunately, it is also my own living hell, when it gets out of hand of course. (which is almost always). As a clothing enthusiast (that's a fancy term for shopaholic) my closet is filled to the brim with every type of clothing you could imagine. And it's actually stressful. Not only can I not fit anything else on the hang bars, but I have 6 boxes on the top shelf full of seasonal clothing (ex: sweaters. Lots, and lots of sweaters. Actually, just sweaters). So every once in a while, I have to "break up" with some of my pieces, so to speak. And it's hard. There's an emotional attachment- you've spent so long together, but at some point, things start to 'fall apart at the seams' and you have to learn to let go. You've had some great times together, but you just don't 'fit' each other any more. Somewhere, something has changed, a new style has come along- something better- that makes your heart skip a beat or two, and the other pieces are left; forgotten. They go months without seeing you, stuffed in the back of your closet somewhere, hoping that their style will make a come back- but it wont. It never does. "It's not you, it's me", I've changed, and grown- matured. My 'type' is different, and I need to de clutter what doesn't suit me anymore.
Which brings me to my day of closet cleaning.
Unfortunately, it is also my own living hell, when it gets out of hand of course. (which is almost always). As a clothing enthusiast (that's a fancy term for shopaholic) my closet is filled to the brim with every type of clothing you could imagine. And it's actually stressful. Not only can I not fit anything else on the hang bars, but I have 6 boxes on the top shelf full of seasonal clothing (ex: sweaters. Lots, and lots of sweaters. Actually, just sweaters). So every once in a while, I have to "break up" with some of my pieces, so to speak. And it's hard. There's an emotional attachment- you've spent so long together, but at some point, things start to 'fall apart at the seams' and you have to learn to let go. You've had some great times together, but you just don't 'fit' each other any more. Somewhere, something has changed, a new style has come along- something better- that makes your heart skip a beat or two, and the other pieces are left; forgotten. They go months without seeing you, stuffed in the back of your closet somewhere, hoping that their style will make a come back- but it wont. It never does. "It's not you, it's me", I've changed, and grown- matured. My 'type' is different, and I need to de clutter what doesn't suit me anymore.
Which brings me to my day of closet cleaning.
{There's just something about leaving your closet doors open after a day of reorganizing}
By no means is this a completed project yet. There's still more boxes, and more things I need to "break up" with- but for now, everything is neat and orderly, which makes me pleased with my job.
**Side note: The wooden jewelry holder with crown and diamond shaped mirror was actually made by yours truly!**
By no means is this a completed project yet. There's still more boxes, and more things I need to "break up" with- but for now, everything is neat and orderly, which makes me pleased with my job.
**Side note: The wooden jewelry holder with crown and diamond shaped mirror was actually made by yours truly!**
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