I Don't Pay Well

This being the second day of summer vacation, in the year two-thousand and seven, I being 29 years of age and having nothing better to do with my time, decided to go forth and organize my closet. My hall closet. The one at the end of my hall. The only closet I have besides my bedroom closet and my coat closet. I know. I need more closets. Closet is really starting to look like a strange word right now.

Anyway, this morning and for the past 200 or so mornings my closet looked like this:

There are other shelves, but they don't need any make-overs. They're full of stuff I don't use that often so they never get out of place. (extra sheets, blankets, ...cleaning supplies)

Since I was in the "organizing mode" (I was not in any mode. I didn't want to organize anything. I wanted to be lazy today. I was tiiired.) I decided to organize the bathroom drawers, too. They looked like this:

And this (respectively):

I couldn't wait to get started (I didn't want to start at all. But I had nothing else to do. Well, there was a ton I could have done, but I didn't want to do any of it. This seemed like the easiest of my options.) I went over to the local Tarjay and bought some bins. Bins I love. Bins I love because they are way cheap ($1.39!!!) and because they are sturdy and because they were the right size.

I got home and worked my magic (I took almost 2 hours to pull the contents of 2 small drawers and 2 shelves and put them into bins. I even brought a chair in from the other room so I wouldn't have to stand. I'm that lazy.)

Behold what I have done!

I feel good now. I've done something productive today. And to top it all off, I found a cool $1.28 AND a 2 pound coin from England. (You know what that means, ladies! We need to go to London!)

I don't pay myself so well.