I don't want to lose this feeling
-Derek & The Dominos, "Bell Bottom Blues"
But clothes in my house are EVERYWHERE. Piles on my dresser. Piles on my floor. Piles of yet-to-be-folded laundry on the pool table. Piles ready for my semi-annual trip to the dry cleaner. (and I wonder why it's $50 every time I go?!) A pile to be ironed. Piles of kid clothes to go into the attic for kid #2 to grow into. Piles of hand-me-downs that kid #1 isn't quite big enough for. Piles that are clean and folded but need to be put away. Quite literally, every single room in my house has a pile of clothes that ought to be somewhere other than in a pile.
ks50: the floor.
DJgiantboydetective: my system is even more involved. I’ve got the “worn once but totally good to go” area, and the “kind of questionable but OK if you’re just going to the store” area. the two areas are very clear in my head, but if you looked at them, you’d think my place just got robbed.
VladimirKal: My floordrobe is organised in pretty much the same way. People can never seem to believe that there is actually an organised mess rather than just a mess.
electrostate: FLOORDROBE. You sir are a genius.
(PS - I was going to include a picture of my newly organized and lovely linen closet with its tubs of carefully labeled next size/next season clothes. Alas, the camera is MIA. I've got a ways to go on this getting organized business, huh?)