D’ya remember a few days ago I wrote about sheets and not being able to tell which size they were and I actually showed you how my linen closet once looked and the after picture when I tore it apart trying to find the correct sheets?
Well kids, I got my butt in gear, I got out the old label maker, and I fixed that closet up once again. Everything is where it should be — all the shelves are labeled for ease. This time I’m only putting towels in this closet that go to the guest bathroom and putting the other towels in our master bath linen closet – made more sense. Leaves more room, too.
The odd thing is I found sheets that don’t match and pillow cases that don’t go with any sheet sets. What’s that all about? I’m thinking perhaps we took one of the older sheets to use as a tarp when we painted a room and it may still be living in the basement (where no one in their right mind ever goes on purpose). Or there is the possibility that EmmaLou the Golden Retriever has set up a bed somewhere. So I’m going to do some sheet hunting in the next few days and if I don’t find the matches, well guess I’ll be cutting up some new rags to use around the house!
Here is the before picture just to horrify you all once again (and humiliate myself in public).
And here it is today, labeled, neat, tidy, orderly, and making me very happy. So is the icepack on my shoulder…
I’m almost afraid I may end up cleaning the kitchen pantry, or heaven forbid, one of the junk drawers (you noticed I said one of the junk drawers which hints there might be more lurking around the house?) This is scary. I’m going to go take a nap now and maybe when I get up that demented notion of cleaning out anymore closets will be gone.