went on a magical cleaning adventure!
in my closet mainly!
cleaned out the dreaded dresser. throwing away old socks and undies and stuff. making sure all the socks had a match. got goodwill stuff together. good times.
have some photos.
goodwill stuff! that means i can go in and buy new cool thrift clothes to replace them! :D |
the mend basket. |
a note on the mend basket that i can't fit in the caption. i don't know how to mend these things. these things will probably never be mended. there's a bunch of my favorite socks, a curtain that had it's hem ripped out in the washing machine so i can't hang it back up till it's fixed, a pair of chris's pants that he has total faith that i can fix but i don't think i can fix them and after this photo i added two t-shirts that have little annoying holes in them that i thought i could just sew up but i haven't. this is where i throw things that i want to fix but may never be fixed. . .
my valentine's dress. |
this is my anniversary dress. i got it at forever 21, it's awesome. i went to was it and the tag tells me not to, but i am far to lazy and poor to dry clean it. i wonder if i can just wash it really gently and then hang dry it like i do my bras and stuff (i actually throw my bras in a pillow case so they don't get all bent up). till i get brave enough it will hang on my dead treadmill.
nicely folded sleepy shirts. |
this is my drawer of shirts designated solely for sleeping. that is code for 'shirts that i love to much to give up but that don't fit anymore for actual wearing purposes'. it's mainly concert tees and other random t-shirts that are just too giant. there's also a few that my mom gave me, and i do have a slight hoarding instinct for things my mom gives me (unless she specifically says to get rid of them if i don't want them because that's what she would do). i think i've mentioned this before, but when i was little i didn't like to give the lunch lady the check to pay for my lunch for the week because my mom gave it to me. so yeah, i sleep in them though, so it's okay.
and that's my day in photos. riveting, isn't it?
peace.
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