Wednesday, March 23, 2011

I'm not Oprah - in case anyone was confused.

I'm pretty sure that's evident in a lot of ways!  But for the purposes of this post, my point is that I don't have walk-in closets that are larger than some Manhattan apartments.

This was my closet this morning:

This was the contents of my closet that needed to be gone through/tried on, etc.

This is my closet now.

I understand that it may not look like a drastic change in the photos.  But the two garbage bags for the trash and three for the Red Cross say differently.  Take that, Oprah - I can give to charity too.

Hey, I even went through the last remaining bag of maternity clothes that I had in there.  Of course I still kept a few choice items to appease the fertility gods so that they won't make me unexpectedly pregnant again.  What?  Doesn't everyone do that?

What I'd eventually like to do is get rid of my closet doors altogether and put up window panels so that I could pull them open and see everything I have in my closet all at once.

But that's a project for another day.


  1. Oh yes! The preggochondria! I've suffered from it for almost 8 years. (Hint: Samuel will be 8 in 10 days.) But that's not what this is about, is it?

    What was it about?

    Oh yeah! Congratulations on getting through your closet!

  2. I think I will still suffer from preggochondria when I am well past the years when one should have to worry about these things. LOL!