What I mean by 'inner' is that it's something I try desperately to both hide, and stay in denial about. I do the obligatory "purge" of my closet, my junk room, and my refridgerator. Yet, somehow the junk trickles right back in. My mom is a neat freak. I'm talking you could walk through her front door at any given day or time and it would be SPOTLESS. No dishes by the sink, no discarded clothes near the shower, not even a pillow out of place. And junk piles NEVER seem to accumulate anywhere in her house. If she hasn't used or worn something in a few months, it's gone! So it's not like I picked up these bad habits from her. But I still have clothes that I haven't warn in years, stashed away in 'under the bed' storage or some box in the back of the closet. And the stuff I will never wear, you know those pieces that still have the tags on? They're taking up prescious space in my overstuffed closet. Did I mention I'm also a shopaholic? I'm guessing those weaknesses usually go hand-in-hand. My dream closet is one that is packed full of stuff for every occassion, lined up with outfits that will never let me utter the words, "I don't have anything to wear." But whose isn't right? Don't even get me started on my office/junk room/craft room. Sometimes I have to move stuff out of the room, just to be able to get in. Sigh... there's no hope! I think organization is a chip that I am missing --and will never be able to download.
