out my kitchen window
...I look at the calendar and can't believe that we are about to turn the page on another month. The last Saturday of April. I feel like I'm stuck in the middle...of what I am uncertain. Waves and waves of panic and fear wash over me and once again I feel helpless to do anything but ride it out. It isn't Mama Pajama time, for those of you who know, but something strange is within reach.
On to other things;
a few years ago, in a misguided attempt to take over the walk-in master closet, the hubs gifted me a complete closet system...in another room. No problem, the walk-in is awkward and I didn't mind picking out the elements that I desired for my dream closet...er, cubby hole. Did I mention it was located in the smallest bedroom of our home? Anyway, I was excited even to the point of buying all new hangers to hang all my decrepit, old clothes on. I ventured out and bought some of those swanky non-slip hangers. Nice. And they really do give you extra room to hang more old clothes on. EXCEPT if you are a lazy girl like me, who likes to pull her shirt off the hanger with a slight tug of the sleeve then these, by all means, are not for you. But I digress;
the wonderful closet organizer is installed, the clothes are all in order according to color, sleeve-length, and style, hanging on their pretty matching hangers. The sweaters are in their cubbies, the pants in theirs, dresses and jackets are on the opposite side happily hanging and swaying with all the extra space. Accessories all put nicely in their place and even the shoes are excited. Ahhhhh...but wait, something is amiss.
come last summer and I can't find certain tops and shorts that I want to wear. Granted, I have been known to toss clothes regularly but I just didn't remember giving these items away. Especially since a few of the tops were my favourites, as in, they enhanced the boobs quite nicely. I had places to go and I wanted to wear that tank top with the ruffles down the front I tell ya! *sigh* Today while walking through the bedroom I glanced into the hubs closet and noticed two large Rubbermaid bins up on the top shelf. I asked him if those were his summer clothes and why he had the need to even store them anymore since he had/has a huge closet. It's a walk-in you know.
he gave me a quizzical look, climbed onto a chair, and took down the bins. Oh, the bins, the bins, the bins....with MY summer clothes from three years ago in there! Oh my gosh, it's Christmas in April, it's finding lost money, it's sunshine on your lollipop, it's, it's, it's...well you know. Tomorrow I am going to go shopping in those bins...there are leggings, and shorts, shirts, tanks, and sweaters in there.(these are huge bins). The only thing that would be better is if everything was now too big. A girl can dream, right?
Enjoy your Sunday.