denim disorganization

I have just found my jeans, which after about twenty minutes of frantic searching I earlier today declared officially missing. I found them nowhere but the drawer I have dedicated to shorts, skirts and - you got it - jeans. So what kind of an idiot declares her jeans missing before looking in the drawer where they are kept? I ask myself the same question. But to understand the magnitude of missing clothing in my bedroom, you must first understand that, for some reason, unknown to me, I have a spectacularly untidy bedroom. I also have a spectacular amount of clothing. Combined, you get a bedroom, in which the carpet is not visible to the throng of materials, colours and patterns which covers it in the form of shirts, dresses, leggings, belts etc. Anyway, I am usually pretty sure of the whereabouts of all my clothes, because I will remember when I last wore them, and this will tell me where I am likely to have taken them off. The jeans haven't been worn in a while,so I checked the floor, no luck. I checked the laundry, no luck. I gave up, as I do generally give up quickly when there is an equally as useful alternative. I found them a lot later, when I had given up trying, and also been to the gym and cooked a meal and passed a fair few hours idling. You see I dropped something off my rather overcrowded dressing table, into the wide open bottom drawer (which I have knocked my shins on about three times today, yet not thought to close it), and when I looked in the drawer, there they were! Just, sitting there, being denim and jean-like. To be honest, I do not know why I wanted to find them anyway, as me and Rachel have discussed in depth today (see her blog - rach-e- for our conclusions on the subject) jeans have little attraction in comparison to leggings.

Also, the other day, I moved my bed out, and my sisters bigger, better and unused bed in. To make way I had to move all that covered the floor, and those lost gems which were under the bed, which okay, maybe I haven't used or even looked at for a good year or two (long enough to accumulate dust and probably culture a new species which I do not wish to hear about) is just too important to throw away! Anyway, all of this stuff has ended up in my wardrobe area, which used to be an en-suite bathroom, but it was so badly done that we ripped out the bathroom and it is now home to my computer (which is currently inaccessible) and wardrobe. My aim was to move most of it back to it's home, but there was a problem with this plan. You see, the end of my old bed had bed posts, which was a handy home for my giant collection of bags (which, okay, guilty, I do not use any of them as I have my trusty old destructible handbag, but I like to have the option okay?!) which now do not have a home. So when I was fishing through this accumulation of things with no home, I kept getting to the bags, and deciding to find a home for them later. This may have worked, if I had not also adopted this approach for everything else.

I also have my necklaces in an arrangement where they are bunched up on the mirror, I pulled at one of them today, and the entire half fell, the noise sounded something similar to a car crash. Some have said that this is a sign of too much jewellery. Correction, I would think this if I had an entirely different mindset to my own and would therefore be a lot less imaginative and happy in life, you see, I am not convinced there is such thing as a sign of too much jewellery.

In short - it is time to tidy up pretty soon.