My Closet.

I have a bad habit of starting huge cleaning projects at 11 o'clock at night.  This is one of those nights. Several things have to happen for me to want to clean up at night. 1) I'm usually a little upset about something. Never anything major, but enough to make me frustrated or something. 2) My room has to be a wreck. Cause then I get fed up with it and want to pull a Lorelai and throw everything on my bed to clean up my floor. (But there's a problem in doing that. You can't sleep on your bed when you have a ton of stuff on it. They never explain how they get around that in Gilmore Girls.) Both of those things are rather mandatory for late night cleaning sessions. Tonight there was another factor, I got a new bookshelf to keep all of my extra books on. Score. :) So being that I got a new bookshelf, I have to rearrange my room and in order to do that I have to make sure my room is clean. I still need to vacuum it but I don't think my sleeping family will appreciate that. ;)

There is one part of my room that isn't quite clean yet. It's much too large to tackle tonight.

My closet.

My closet is rather full right now. In fact, the left door won't close. There is too much stuff in it.

My closet isn't really that big to begin with. And I have some pretty big items in it currently. I have three prom dresses, a costume for theatre, and my grandmother's wedding dress. In addition to the multiple articles of clothing I already have. I always tell myself that I am going to clean my closet out and get rid of a lot of clothes. And I do. But it seems to me that clothes must multiply. Because it always seems as if there are just as many clothes in my closet after I clean it out as before I have cleaned it out. This baffles me.

The range of crazy things that are in my closet astonish me. I have books ranging from Jane Austen to Julie Andrews and my worldview books as well as sign language for children books. I have my twenty-something pairs of shoes both on the floor of my closet and hanging on my door. I have all of my dresses, only three or four I actually wear, my four or five different coats, my eleven or so hoodies hanging on the other door, my extra purses, my shirts, and jeans, and skirts, and slacks, and etc. And are anything of the things in that closet dispensable? You would think so, but no!

Girls. We have too much stuff.

I shall put up an update tomorrow on the progress made. Goodnight y'all!