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My sister-in-law made the unfortunate mistake of calling me last minute to come over. And since I couldn't care less that my house has about 327 unfolded laundry items strewn haphazardly about my living room as I attempt to organize as I fold, I said COME ON OVER!! I can always use a friend to hold a hanger or two for me.
She came over with coffee in hand, iced no less because she not only knows me so well, but also because she knows that when I actually do work, my sweat glands also do work. What can I say iced is always best and I rarely order coffee hot. (Disclaimer: Shopping is also "work" in my book, which is why that crazed looking Starbucks employee who gave me an iced caramel macchiato when it was snowing outside can eat it.)
Now, after having sucked that puppy down, I have the strange ability to fold, smile, and share ALL OF MY insane closet secrets. Sadly, I'm not kidding. You can ask her. She laughed a lot with a couple of eye rolls mixed in, so I'm not sure if I truly demonstrated how devoted I was to having organized closets.
What can you do then, but take her to the source? What a lucky woman to see the source of the madness, from color-coded hangers, right down to segregated types of clothes (tank tops, tank top style dresses, t-shirts, t-shirt style dresses, long sleeve shirts, long sleeve fancy, vests, hoodies, and coats). And yes those are *some* of my sections for Grapenut's closet, I'm sure you don't want even more detail about how I organize what doesn't get hung up.
Long story short, I also organize those sections into color. And don't even bother to ask about different shades, and fading into the next color, because I have it all taken care of and accounted for. And if all else fails, we abide by the color scheme of a rainbow.
Yeah, it drives me nuts when my husband doesn't abide by the closet hanging rules. Yeah, I have a problem. Yeah, I love color-coded closets.
And yeah, my own closet brings OCD to an entirely new level.