Ka-Boom!Posted: August 2, 2011
The other day while getting ready for a party I had a fashion crisis. Nothing looked right and nothing felt right. I must have changed my outfit at least ten times with ten variations of each one. Plus I was in a hurry. Shirts were flying, shoes tumbling all over the place, pants strewn about, a bloody disaster. Finally I put something on and it just felt right, so I grabbed my wallet and phone and ran out the door before I could be tempted to change my mind again. Later that evening when I returned home I was greeted by this…
Someone obviously had snuck into my apartment and set off a grenade in my closet.
This was just not me. My closet is usually a well oiled feat of organization. I mean, I even have my tank tops in order of color and shoulder width, not this crazy mess.
And my shoes… My poor shoes. Once lined up like pretty little birds on a power line, now laying about like fallen soldiers from the latest violent video game.
Clothes deserve better than this. Learn from my faults. It takes a second to rehang something, but the shock of a messy closet lasts much longer. Think of your closet as a video tape, be kind and rewind.