Closet throw up...things that are the devil part 2.

Blurb My Brain:

So this is actually more of a story.  We're getting ready to move, and of course, that means packing.  My goal this week was to get the clothes I have out on the floor, and then sort through which ones I don't want/wear/need/fit into.  I was planning on doing this on Tuesday, since Monday was the wedding and all.  Tuesday comes around, and so does the tornado that is my cleaning method.  I'm JUST beginning to start sorting, when my brother answers the phone, mumbles something, and says the landlord is just coming over to take some pictures.....you know, to like sell the house and stuff.  We convince the landlord to come back in the morning because we literally have EVERYTHING out on the floors.  So then began the mad rush that is the cleaning of the house for pictures in 12 hours.  It was the first time in my life that I could get away with shoving things in drawers and closets and call it "clean."  My room looked fantastic in about two hours. 

So two days later, I get to the cleaning and sorting out and stuff.  That day is today.  So back on the floor all my clothes went, and I began separating into three piles, literally across the room.  The source pile, the keep pile, and the throw pile.  Eventually my room went from this:

which is seriously the CLEANEST my room has ever been...and then it turned into:

and so the sorting began.  I ended up with a kimono, a dirndl, three coats, a hoodie and two bags, and a pair of gloves, two pairs of slacks, three pairs of shorts, five pair gym shorts, five tank tops. I have about 20 tops for all four seasons, five to seven pants for work, and three pairs of jeans, and a couple skirts.

I'm thinking i'm going nakie/doing laundry more often.  I ended up donating 40-50 tops, four or five slacks, a couple skirts, purse, stuffed animals, and LOTS of t-shirts.  Soooo glad that's finally done.  Now to go through the junk shelf in my cabinet.... :(