Saturday, March 29, 2008

Today was definitely an OCD day. After four separate trips to the store, and the purchase (FINALLY) of a new vacuum cleaner, at least half of my place is clean.

The clothing issue... overwhelms my bed. I truly didn't realize how much clothing I possess until today. And honestly, how did I accumulate so much clothing? Five years ago, I got rid of 99% of my possessions and moved abroad with a suitcase and duffel bag. That was ALL I owned. I know I didn't acquire much while living in Wooster because, well, there just is NOT a decent clothing store (other than the thrift store) within a 20 mile radius of Wooster. The first year after moving back to Cincinnati I was dirt poor, so it didn't happen then. So, in conclusion, this must have started when I began working at my current job, which is located only 1 mile away from the world's greatest thrift store to which I have ever been. And I've been to a LOT of thrift stores.

Now, I must go through it all and figure out what I will keep; because unless I somehow decide to purchase the fancy closet organizing thing I just saw at Ikea, there's no chance in hell I'm going to fit everything in my dresser and closet.

The shoes, on the other hand... will NOT go. No matter what my therapist says about my "impulsive" behavior, the shoe shopping will be the one thing I hold on to in my process of deconstructing and then reconstructing myself.

The love of shoes will survive.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i'll take clothes you don't want. :) eva

Andrew Tonn said...

Why do you need anything more than a little black cocktail dress, combat boots and a flak-jacket?

Journal of A Novel said...

Well... that outfit just doesn't go over quite well with the Arabs.

Not that anything I have goes over well with them, but still, I should have a few other items just in case.