White Out

There is just something about living out of a suitcase for two weeks that makes you want to dive head first into your closet. And I do mean dive in to my closet. This was more out of desperation than choice; I kind of had to dive head first into my closet because it was so messy I couldn't even dip a toe in. I guess when we left for our trip I didn't think we'd be back ever (??) so I just literally destroyed any sort of organization I had in my closet. One day this week as I spent a few hours hanging up things in my closet, pulling shoes out from under my bed / couch / back of our car, and doing piles of laundry from what seemed like months past, I felt as if I was...