During my college days, I had a roomie. And I used to envy her closet.
It’s been almost two decades now, and I’m still envious of her closet.
No. Her cupboard didn’t contain any designer outfit or captivating couture. It was her organisational skills. Everything in her closet had a place for itself. Every piece of clothing were folded to perfection, stacked neatly one on top of another. It was picture perfect. And it remained so forever.
From the time I had known her, I had tried to imitate her skills, a number of times, but despite of numerous trials I could never reach that perfection. And later I gave up on trying.
And now, I don’t even bother.
I’m not a messy person, but I’m also not a very organised one too.
I accept that most of the times, my closet is a mess. But that doesn’t mean, I don’t try to organise it. Believe me, I do.
I sincerely do.
I try my level best to make it sparklingly clean and neat and tidy (Whenever I try). It may not be on a regular basis but I do.
After college..I started working.. work kept me busy, so I hardly found time to organise. I would do it on weekends, provided I had time. And then, by the mid of the week, my closet would be again messed up.
But I wouldn’t blame myself for my messed-up closet.
It was the fault of that “Red Dupatta”. That “red dupatta” would be easily visible on the other days. But the day I needed it, it would miraculously vanish from the scene. And in order to find that “red dupatta” I would scavenge the whole cupboard within a few minutes. And once the whole wardrobe was messed up, that “red dupatta” will magically make it’s appearance. It would mock, delightfully guffaw, scornfully laugh at me, and say,
“I was lying there since ages, but you didn’t have an eye for me.”
And I would pull it out and run for office in the nick of time, leaving my closet at war.
On the way, I would promise myself to clear up the mess, win the battle in the upcoming weekend.
But, then again, within a few days, that “Peach kameez” would tease me to tear down my organised closet once again. And so on….
I thought I would change once I get hitched. But the “dupattas, the tees, the jeans…” never stopped mocking at my misery.
I thought, may be after having a kid, things will change. And so will the fate of my closet.
But, right now, I have a sole advice for anyone visiting my house.
“Don’t you dare try to find out the secret behind the closed closet. Open it at your own risk. You never know how many and which colored clothes, toys, puzzles, etc are going on a rampage today. If they chose to attack you, I wouldn’t be there to rescue you.”
Cause guilty as charged, I dumped everything my baby and I messed up, just a few minutes before your visit. And it did it only to greet you to a house that meets your expectations.
P.S. Would love to hear the stories from your end. How do you gals manage to stay organised as well as manage a job and a baby? I gave up long time..and I’m in no mood of achieving it anytime soon.