The Pink Shoe Diaries

so, i am supposed to clean/organize my room today.

this is probably the thing i want to do least today. scratch that, this is what i want to do least in life. i am quite content to have clothes on the floor, shoes in the bookcase and scarves draped over the TV. my mother and boyfriend inform me (repeatedly) that this is not the way to be. i don't even know why i bother putting things where they belong because within a week, they are back to their former status as colorful room-accessories. all it takes is one occurance of fashion-crunch time...when i must absolutely must have that one particular black and red shirt that go with my black pin stripe pants and red pointy toed shoes...and only that shirt will do and it is nowhere to be seen and so i rifle through my own belongings like i imagine an intruder would (if the intruder had a particular need for Express shirts or black pants)..and before i know it the beloved shirt is in my hand but most of my closet and dresser are on the floor/on my bed.

i attribute this two 2 facets of my personality and one inescapable truth.

one: i am all about instant gratification. when i want something, i want it NOW. i cannot wait to sift patiently through folded garment.
second: i am a poor time manager, and thus i am usually running late and thus i do not have the luxury of standing in front of my closet, one finger on my chin, tapping my foot and thinking "no what shall i wear today?". usually i am more like "fuck! where is my checkered skirt! fuck! where is that black button up shirt ?no not that fitted one..the kind of fitted one..fuck! where is that red flower-pin? no! i can't wear the pink one..i wore that one with this other outfit yesterday! fuck!"
third: the inescapable truth is that there is simply no way to organize your closet if you are a disorganized person. i have tried the "by item/by color" routine...where pants and skirts are on the left, shirts in the middle and dresses on the right and each section is organized by color...but let's get real? how long can something like that possibly be maintained? never mind the fact that i cannot fit my entire wardrobe in the closet and must resort to using my dresser and then how do you decide what goes in the dresser and what goes in the closet? and how do you remember?

so you see, it is much easier just to strew things about and hope for the best.

of course now that i am moving in with adam, things will most likely have to change since he is borderline anally neat (we're talking coasters here, people) and i am borderline psychotically messy. of course, it would be that much easier if i could find an apartment that came with california closets.