August 21, 2014
I have a new self image, brought about by my independent living. Forever, I thought of myself as messy. The mess was controlled in all regions of the house, but it all fell apart in the bedroom. Clothes strewn on the desk chair, on top of the chest, on the bed, hung on doorknobs. Laundry day entailed sorting again to get them into draws. Today, eureka! The crux of the problem is that I hate drawers. They're difficult. So now I have a long bench topped with three piles: tops, pants, shorts. My shoes are lined up underneath it. Bravo.