Almost everything I own is in this closet. It feels kinda crowded. Maybe I can let some stuff go before the next count.
On the top shelf is my shower caddy. More about that later. In the boxes on the hanging organizer are socks and underclothes. Exercise clothes below that, then shoes. On hangers: coats and regular clothes. On the floor you can see the laundry basket and way in the back, rolled up, my yoga mat.
Backpack, purse, suitcase. The suitcase is housing some out of season sweaters and some gifts I have squirreled away for Christmas. You will note the towel is hanging from a clothes hanger. That is because at mom’s house, all the towels hanging in the baths are decorative. Yes, I know this is ridiculous, but it’s mom’s house and I am picking my battles.
At the far left are pads of watercolor paper, then a couple of books I am currently reading, then a stack of odd-sized envelopes given to me from my sister-in-law which I will use with the watercolor paper to make greeting cards. Then, moving right, regular envelopes, checks, scissors and two metal tins. One houses my colored pencils and one my sewing supplies. On top of that, my hat. The box to the right stores my mementos: Mother’s day cards, poems I’ve published, photos.
Mom doesn’t like me to leave my shampoo and razor in the shower, so I carry my supplies into the bathroom in this contraption, a process like dorm students use.
That is all my stuff, except for a small box of kitchen things being stored in the basement. I’m hoping that by my next count, I can get everything I own in the suitcase.