Rick and I don't share closets. You're welcome, honey! He has often said, "I don't know how you live like this." Another endearing quality of mine. There have been times in our past when we shared a closet and he had to lean over my piles of shoes to even reach his clothes hanging on the hangers.
I have a theory about closets and a person's personality. Like for me, my house typically looks very orderly with everything in its place. However, if you open any closet (other than Rick's) or a cabinet door, you should take a quick two paces backwards so that the contents of it do not fall out on you. Same with me as a person. On the outside I appear to be all together. But, when you open me up I vomit my junk all over you.
Rick's closet is orderly and organized on its absolute worse day. And so is he.
On Monday afternoon, his day off for the 4th holiday, I lost him. And then I found him loading this industrial size trash bag with the majority of the contents of his closet.
And then his closet looked like this.
Honestly, his closet didn't look a whole lot worse than this when he started ... just more full. We'll be donating that bag of clothes to the next organization that calls for donations.
Again, I won't be showing you what my closet looks like. And it's in pretty good shape right now.
I love that if I need to feel order in my life I can always step into Rick's closet and feel some!
Rick Rocks ~ Because he cleans out his own closet!
