I’ve received a lot of great feedback about my blog lately, but several people have suggested they would like to see me insert a bit more of my personal life. Oh. OK. Well, here ya’ go. Here’s my crazy closet that’s over flowing into the bedroom so much that I’ve added a rolling rack. I didn’t even bother putting doors on my closet, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to close them anyway.
Although this may look out-of-control to you, I like to think of it more as creative chaos. The last pic is of me in front of my closet in the early ’80s. I remember this day because my friend Jennie was cracking up while I was singing Bette Midler’s “The Rose”, so she took this picture. Notice my stuffed closet in the background? See! People don’t change; they just change their clothes.
And the only reason those sweaters in the background are half-ass folded, is because my mom would threaten to kick me out of the house if I didn’t take care of my clothes. And I would threaten to kill myself if I didn’t get a bigger closet or at least a bigger dresser. I was a horrible teenager, until I got my first job and realized what earning a paycheck was all about.
So, I hope you enjoy my beautiful mess. And for those of you who keep trying to change me by suggesting I get rid of my things, it’s probably not going to happen. I was born this way. Here’s a suggestion to you: how about you turn my garage into a closet? It would be cool to paint the floor with chalkboard paint, add some hanging bars, a few shelves, a three way mirror and maybe even a mannequin or two. That would be awesome!!!
Stay true to yourself!!!