Reason #74 of why I should really consider getting a boyfriend - I don't know what the hell is going on with my window AC. I've had a consultation with my father over the phone, but it really didn't do much except encourage me to re-position the unit in a way that prompted a phone call from my landlord, concerned it was going to fall onto the sidewalk two stories below. It sounds like water is dripping in the inside, and it randomly spits out mist along with the cool air coming from the vent. I'm just going to consider it an indoor sprinkler cooling system. It's actually quite convenient after getting in from a long, sweaty run.
Let's talk organization. And I'll give you a glimpse of this monstrosity in my window. To clear up any doubts that I may not be living in as little of a shoebox as I claim, or my dramatic side is coming out when I describe my room - visual evidence. I do, in fact, live in an adorable, cozy, yet suffocating shoebox.
It's hard to imagine what is in this room originally started out as a pile small enough to fit into little Lola to make the drive to New York. I remember a talk I had with my Aunt Lynn about living in New York, and a piece of advice she gave was "Don't have too much stuff, because you're going to be moving around a lot". I should have taken this more seriously.
Now that I'm getting ready to pack Lola up for another trip, thank god only 20 miles away this time, I've started to sort through my belongings. I never realized how much shit I've accumulated over the last year living in this apartment until I forced myself to sit there and justify whether it was worth the move. The random objects have been easy to sort, but the clothes...an on going process. I have literally been sorting over the past month, and there are still cuts to make. The standing clothing rack will not be going into my new apartment, so some things are going to have to go.
You know the rule, "If you haven't worn it in a year, get rid of it"? Well, that rule sucks. My biggest fear: there's a chill in the air this coming autumn, and I go to my closet thinking, "I have the perfect apple green cardigan to go with this navy blue chiffon blouse I'm wearing". I begin shifting through my hangers, more and more desperately as the seconds creep by, until my heart drops as I remember I gave away that perfect cardigan three months before, simply because I hadn't worn it in a year. No. There is no year rule with me. Instead, if I come across a piece I haven't worn in a while, I assess why that is. If it's an extreme style that probably won't come back around for another decade or four, I get rid of it. If it's a classic piece that I love, but simply haven't coordinated into an outfit for a while, such as my apple green cardigan, I keep it.
I'm all for de-cluttering and organization, but my wardrobe is the one area I let cramp my shoebox room style. In order to create more room in my new space, folding more of my tops is going to be mandatory. Thanks to my experience working at Express, I have this skill down to a science, but for those of you that still have mommy do the folding - one of my roommates is here to lend a hand.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL42UQIjBWg
When I do decide to let something go, I always always donate. Give to a friend, local charity, thrift shop - there are numerous opportunities to donate clothing, so there really is no excuse to actually throw away something you're getting rid of. It not only goes to a great cause, but it helps ease the heartache a little. I hate to let go of my lace turquoise blouse, but knowing someone will appreciate it almost as much as I did makes it a little easier. If that doesn't work, think of the the ways you can fill the new space you are creating. I may not be able to replace my new clothing voids with more clothes, but I will be moving into an apartment with no roommates in sight, and that fact alone is worth letting go of that turquoise blouse.
Let's talk organization. And I'll give you a glimpse of this monstrosity in my window. To clear up any doubts that I may not be living in as little of a shoebox as I claim, or my dramatic side is coming out when I describe my room - visual evidence. I do, in fact, live in an adorable, cozy, yet suffocating shoebox.
It's hard to imagine what is in this room originally started out as a pile small enough to fit into little Lola to make the drive to New York. I remember a talk I had with my Aunt Lynn about living in New York, and a piece of advice she gave was "Don't have too much stuff, because you're going to be moving around a lot". I should have taken this more seriously.
Now that I'm getting ready to pack Lola up for another trip, thank god only 20 miles away this time, I've started to sort through my belongings. I never realized how much shit I've accumulated over the last year living in this apartment until I forced myself to sit there and justify whether it was worth the move. The random objects have been easy to sort, but the clothes...an on going process. I have literally been sorting over the past month, and there are still cuts to make. The standing clothing rack will not be going into my new apartment, so some things are going to have to go.
You know the rule, "If you haven't worn it in a year, get rid of it"? Well, that rule sucks. My biggest fear: there's a chill in the air this coming autumn, and I go to my closet thinking, "I have the perfect apple green cardigan to go with this navy blue chiffon blouse I'm wearing". I begin shifting through my hangers, more and more desperately as the seconds creep by, until my heart drops as I remember I gave away that perfect cardigan three months before, simply because I hadn't worn it in a year. No. There is no year rule with me. Instead, if I come across a piece I haven't worn in a while, I assess why that is. If it's an extreme style that probably won't come back around for another decade or four, I get rid of it. If it's a classic piece that I love, but simply haven't coordinated into an outfit for a while, such as my apple green cardigan, I keep it.
I'm all for de-cluttering and organization, but my wardrobe is the one area I let cramp my shoebox room style. In order to create more room in my new space, folding more of my tops is going to be mandatory. Thanks to my experience working at Express, I have this skill down to a science, but for those of you that still have mommy do the folding - one of my roommates is here to lend a hand.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL42UQIjBWg
When I do decide to let something go, I always always donate. Give to a friend, local charity, thrift shop - there are numerous opportunities to donate clothing, so there really is no excuse to actually throw away something you're getting rid of. It not only goes to a great cause, but it helps ease the heartache a little. I hate to let go of my lace turquoise blouse, but knowing someone will appreciate it almost as much as I did makes it a little easier. If that doesn't work, think of the the ways you can fill the new space you are creating. I may not be able to replace my new clothing voids with more clothes, but I will be moving into an apartment with no roommates in sight, and that fact alone is worth letting go of that turquoise blouse.
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