So today was ‘room cleaning day’
This was the hideous state my room has gotten into. I’m not even sure how it got this bad to be honest. I’ve never exactly been tidy but this was simply a disaster zone. You know your room is bad when your boyfriend refuses to sleep over. Anyway, it’s took me almost four hours but it’s starting to look miles better!
There’s still a lot to be done but at least I can walk around without tripping over stuff. The annoying part of cleaning was having to sort my clothes out. I have what you might call a ‘floordrobe’ where literally all my clothes live on my floor. Halfway through putting them away my coat-hangers started snapping…this is due to the fact that I own far too many items of clothing. Solution: give some away to charity. This is easier said than done. Pulling out old tops/dresses just made me get all nostalgic. There I am trying desperatley to convince myself why I should keep a green ‘scene’ top from Y11 than I haven’t worn in years and doesn’t even fit me properly…and why? Simply because I clearly connect memories to items and the thought of chucking out anything that I used to wear when I was fifteen will simply make me sad and feel old. I’m very much aware that I’m not old but back in school I was far more skinnier and I had lovely blonde hair and things were so much simpler. However none of this was due to my outfits, it was just how life was in school. You were skinnier because you are still a kid and life is easier as you don’t have to worry about jobs, relationships or life in general. I think everyone will agree that we had it too good back then, and perhaps took it for granted.
Going to attempt to sort my room out properly next week while the boyfriend is away. I’ll let you all know how that goes….