So, I have a new itch: downsizing + lightening up my stuff. If you follow me on Instagram, I shared the process of cleaning out my closet the other week. It was in dire need. Like, Mayday! SOS! I hated going in there because it was a hot mess. I had SO many clothes, many of which I hadn’t worn in over a year (or longer…). It was overwhelming and disorganized, so I decided to make a change!
I came to the conclusion that my time and brainpower are too valuable to be spent weeding through this huge wardrobe. I don’t want to wear that… or that… or that. My day should not start by walking into a chaotic closet. Am I right? Or am I right??
A few of my top problems…
I had too many “sentimental” t-shirts and sweatshirts from high school, college (and TBH, middle school, too – embarrassing!), and other misc. events.
What if I need pants (or shirts) in a certain color for some event in the future??
“But this article of clothing is cute!” …even though I hadn’t worn it in over a year.
Before you start…
I strongly believe that you need to be in the right frame-of-mind before cleaning out a closet. Less is more. You have to want fewer clothes in your closet and feel motivated to downsize. It should feel liberating for you afterward – clean, nicely organized, and easy to digest. Figuratively. LOL.
Does anyone really enjoy cleaning? I mean, c’mon. Like REALLY enjoy it. It’s obviously never been my favorite thing, given this picture my dad texted me cir. 2012 of my room back home (this was on a good day):
So obviously I don’t love it. That being said, I’ve put a few measures in place to help myself at least like it a little more!
Staying true to foreclosed-upon fashion, our house was really dirty when we moved in. Not just sweep-away-the-dust dirty… more like hands-and-knees-scrubbing-the-tile dirty.
That being said, cleaning is so satisfying. While it’s hard work, with each scrub I felt I was giving our house a second chance at life! Here are two of the must-haves I keep around the house for all our hard surfaces.
I’ve always been a cat lover. My favorite stuffed animal growing up was “Lion King” and I treasured my first cat, “Patches,” whom I received for my 5th birthday. Among my friends I was known for my love of cats and by the time I graduated high school our family owned three of them. In college I would even FaceTime with my cats. To be honest, I never really viewed them as animals – they were always a part of our family.
On May 21st, 2016, this drastically changed. DISCLAIMER: This post is not for the weak-stomached.
Have you ever walked into someone’s house and just knew they had cats? I wouldn’t say our house was quite that bad, probably because it was uninhabited when we first saw it, but it quickly became clear that a cat ruled this house. RULED. No joke, I firmly believe it even had its own room.