Remember when I moved to a bigger room in my tiny house back in the summer? The main reason for this move was so I could have a bigger closet. I heart my closet. Seriously I do. Sometimes I just want to sit in it and look at all my clothes. I don't do this of course. But sometimes I just want to. Just because I COULD sit in my closet.
Since moving I have noticed that maybe having a bigger closet isn't the best thing for me. You see, when I had this closet I was forced to keep it clean. Because if I didn't, then the door wouldn't close and people could see my mess. I'll all about hiding things. It's the appearance the really matters, right?
Ok, so small closet = clean closet. And if you know me you would then know that big closet = messy closet. And you would be correct. 100% correct. Hurricane Natalie came through about a month ago and unleashed her furry all over the closet. Clean clothes. Dirty clothes. Didn't matter. They were all on the floor in a big heaping pile. When I couldn't tell which clothes were clean and which were dirty, I pretty much just had to wash them all. Because smelling the armpits of an article of clothing to see if it is clean really isn't the best approach.
Desperate times calls for desperate measures. I performed an intervention on myself.
And so.... I did laundry.
Five loads of laundry to be exact. Five loads is a lot for one person. It took me 2 days to do it. And it took me 45 minutes to fold and organize it.
Things I learned during the 2 day laundry extravaganza:
1) If I leave clothes in the basket longer than 1 day after they are cleaned, they will never be put away
2) That I hate doing laundry
3) That if I hired someone to do my laundry, my life would be complete.