The OCD. It's righteous.

I have yet another confession to make.

Amy and I have continually talked about how we both have pretty righteous OCD, but I think what I'm about to tell you takes the cake. It involves me mourning for my old closet, pictured here:


Sigh. I know it looks messy, but it was perfect. That entire right side consisted of most of my clothes hung in order from tanks to long dresses. It even connected to the bathroom, just like Carrie's in Sex and the City (except my bathroom didn't have two doors).

Anyway, I finally moved up into a one bedroom apartment, which for the most part is pretty fantastic. But it didn't have a bedroom closet. So as a housewarming present, my parents bought me two gorgeous, huge wardrobes:


Beautiful, no? My mom has great taste. But they're black and dark and hard to see into...so my solution?

Bear with me.

I may sound slightly banana sandwich.

My solution was to take photographs of all of my articles of clothing and post them to a virtual closet online (yes! I'm not the only one!) in order to a) cut down on whining about nothing to wear, and then going shopping AGAIN and b) see my wardrobe clearly.

I told Amy about this. Her response?

AMY: You're a psycho.
ME: ...but you totally want to do it, right?
AMY: Yes. Yes I do.

Now if THAT isn't the kind of crazy organizational skills that will help you plan your wedding, I don't know WHAT is.

stay fab,

care

PS: Yes! Vermont AND the D.C. Council! Progress!