Exactly two weeks ago I thought it would be a good idea to empty out my closet, rearrange my clothes, update my wardrobe, insomma, bring new enthusiasm to getting dressed in the morning. BIG MISTAKE. I now reside in a room where clothes clutter the floor, hang off of chairs; I can’t decipher between what’s new and what’s ready to be sent to Goodwill and all I have to show for it is an organized bag section.

I just want to have a clean, streamlined closet that emulates the aesthetic of my favourite clothing boutique but I don’t know where to start. I’ve also got this crazy idea that I need to wean myself off the standard tops, jeans, dresses, pyjama paradigm that I’ve clung to so dearly all these years. No, instead I want to arrange my clothing in terms of style, feel and an element of surprise. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to know where all my tops are anymore. I mean, the idea is great and all in theory but I just can’t bring myself to start! I can’t even look at my room anymore; I’ve spent the past 2 nights sleeping in my mom’s bed. It’s pathetic, really.

My closet it taking over my life.

This is the only finished drawer; why can’t they all look like this!

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