My buddy Jesus fell off the cross! Look at the hole in his hand. I was so happy to place my future “vintage” clothing in these things!Īnd what did I notice? Jesus fell off the cross. These five buck bins held more than you would think. Now I know that Chippy can be my new shopping partner!īack in the car, Chippy satisfied because he was able to wrap the entire world around his paw and we were off to get my bins.Īhhhh Walmart! Black bins, which I’m assuming are to be used to store Halloween decorations and costumes, were in the Halloween clearance section for $5 each. Day! He was the center of attention at my favorite store. Tea in hand, I decided to see if he would be welcomed at J. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind to have this nice woman from David’s dog sit while I went shopping with money I don’t have! My little flirt had the best time at David’s where he made a couple of friends. Chippy refused to go on the escalator so we were elevated instead-which he loved. Luckily, dogs are quite welcomed at the KOP mall! And I was thrilled that my little man was behaving. I could always use the explanation that he’s a service dog but ate his little “Service Dog” cover. The only solution was to bring Chippy with me. Obviously, my baby didn’t like the covered parking lot. Trust me, I’ve been around dogs long enough to know the difference between a bark and a dog cry. God forbid a do-gooder dog police extremist should hear his bark.Īnd as I stepped out of the car, Chippy started to cry.
I rolled the windows down to a safety measure so that Chippy would have plenty of air. I parked the car in my usual spot in the covered parking lot by Nordstrom. I don’t think Chippy wanted to go to the mall–he’d rather be playing ball!įirst stop was King of Prussia Mall-that’s where David’s Tea is located. With Chippy in the car, off we went to begin my transformation of disorganization. And go to David’s Tea to refill my Lapsang Souchong Black Tea. Like, get plastic bins to store the clothing away. Why would I get rid of future “vintage” clothing?Īnd now that I’m “Bullet Journaling”, I jotted down things that I had to do. I couldn’t even FIND clothes in this closet. And even though I’m not a capsule wardrobe woman, a good amount of my wardrobe needed to be encapsulated. My closet hadn’t been seasonally purged in over a year. No matter how much I try, the disorganization gene just overpowers any attempt to be perfectly organized.īut my disorganization came to a climax yesterday and I couldn’t take it anymore. You can be clean and still be disorganized. Too impatient to do things the correct way and my shortcuts never work out! But the fact is, I’m terribly disorganized. In fact, next week I’ll be scrubbing all the baseboards in the house to prepare for Holiday cleaning. I also got down on my hands and knees three times a day to scrub the kitchen floor. Vacuuming was even more important than getting my lip waxed!
I’m pretty sure that it’s been mentioned in past blog posts that I vacuumed the house twice a day because of the dogs. It’s weird because when I lived in New Jersey, I was very obsessive about the appearance and cleanliness of my home.
Let it be known that I am not the most organized person on earth.