Since, I still want to maintain the illusion that I can pick out what I want to wear in the morning I've devised my COS (closet organizational system). OMG! Am I a fricking librarian or what? I have a psychological need to organize my surroundings. Then give it some fancy name. Then only use the acronym. Please, someone stop me. I need help.
Since, I have this system I feel the need to tell you about it. Let's call it a public service. That sounds better than I need to justify my OCD tendencies. We all know that is what it is. Just shut up.
All my shirts are organized by the major color. Black and blue are on opposite sides so when my eyes are not quite open I don't grab a navy shirt to go with a black flower skirt. Left to right; Blue goes with blue. Red and pinks go together, then white/beige, then green, then purple, then brown and black. I don't even have to wash the sleep out of my eyes to pick out a shirt. I just have to know my right from my left. Which I don't but I do know that my wedding rings are on my left hand.
On the right are patterned skirts. From right to left (just to mix it up a little); browns, to purples, to greens, to reds, to blacks. All the solids go together. Same crazy need to put like colors together. Yada, yada. Gawd, I'm a nut job.
I don't seem to have the same need when it comes to shoes. Oh sure, they have to go in the shoe hangy things but they don't have to be obsessively organized. Weird huh?
Last but not least of my closet craziness is the hangers. Right to left; skirt hangers, then those plastic hangers that you get when you buy a new top, then tubular hangers. Usually I put those in like color order but sometimes JR puts them up there. And, he never puts them in the right order. I think he's trying to mess with my head.
There you have my closet insanity. I'm sure this is some kind of syndrome and I should see someone about it but I have to go put those hangers in the correct order now.