I wore my favorite pair of jeans on the Fourth of July. They buttoned – differently than they’ve buttoned in the past, but buttoned all the same. I’m still at the point where yoga pants feel better on my incision point than anything with zippers and buttons, but the fact that I could fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes two weeks postpartum was inspiration enough to get maternity clothes out of my closet.
The only problem was that our closet has been a disaster and construction zone for months. A late April rainstorm brought water down into a wall behind our closet (thanks to a faulty roof repair two years ago – it’s been a saga to say the least, but Mr. B and our insurance adjuster are now BFFs) and in the midst of everything else going on the closet became my last priority – things were moved and thrown on the floor to get to the water damage and they remained that way.
So, while Tommy was napping last week I pulled everything out of the closet in an effort to reorganize the clothes I can wear once again. And I do mean I pulled everything out. Don’t you just hate how things have to look worse before they can look better?
I earmarked a bunch of shoes for donation – I really don’t need the Crocs I bought in college as a joke anymore – and washed and boxed up everything maternity to store for the next round or return to my generous maternity clothes sharing friends. Then I washed all of my regular clothes and hung them back up in their color families. There was something so satisfying about vacuuming and organizing our disaster zone.
Mr. B’s half of the closet is next, he just doesn’t know it yet. And I have a feeling he’ll try to convince me it should wait until the repairs are actually complete in our closet. How’s your closet – perpetually beautiful or in need of a cleaning?