So, what does your closet look like? Other than the fact that I wouldn't dream of owning anything with leopard print, mine doesn't look anything like this. How I wish it did, although colour co-ordination is far beyond the scope of my miserable domestic skills. My closet works in a kind of 4-5 month cycle that moves from perfect tidiness to complete chaos, and I'm approaching the end of a cycle now. My husband and I have our own hanging sections but we share a single shelving closet for jerseys and T-shirts and herein lies the problem.
We start off with neat piles of his and hers, but as time passes and new purchases are added, the piles slowly but surely start their deathly creep into drunken disorder. They grow into mini-mountains precariously bending and sloping into one another, and it becomes impossible to know what lurkes in the hidden depths of each leaning tower. Trying to find that particular red top that you know is in there somewhere becomes an impossible task. And if you do happen to spot it, retrieving it means sending the whole leaning pile into complete chaos. So, you end up wearing the same couple of T's on the top of the pile over and over again, until you finally take that deep breathe and face the inevitable. Closet Clean-up!!!
(images by photographer Annie Schlechter)