I am not someone who has ever enjoyed cleaning out closets and drawers. Mine have always been over-stuffed, out of control and dare I say, messy. Eventually, though, even I have had enough and I put time aside to attack them.
This past weekend was just such a time. I’m particularly motivated for two reasons: I have lost weight and I knew I’d find clothes in smaller sizes and also, I want to move. And there’s no way I can even think about moving until Continue reading →
My mother was a neat freak. I’ve written about it a few times. Her idea of a fun afternoon was to organize her drawers. Not that they needed it. They were always perfect. Perfect, little stacks of whatever. Unmentionables. Nighties. Sweaters. Scarves. Hosiery. Socks. Handkerchiefs. Jewelry. Make up. Whatever.
I’m a lot like her. But NOT when it comes to drawers. The inside of my handbags. Pantry’s. Cupboards. Or closets.
In fact, when it comes to ‘order‘, you’d never know my mother and I were even related. We were total opposites.
It would drive her nuts. Whenever she’d come to visit me here, in Toronto, she always tried to put closets on our agenda of things to do. If we woke up and it was raining, or freezing cold or snowing she’d say (beg), hopefully: “Fransi, this would be a perfect day to do your closets. I’m here, I can help you. We’ll get it done really quickly if Continue reading →