Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Closeted Comforts

There is a long standing issue I have with my closet: it's not quite big enough.

There is a long standing issue I have with myself: bouts of chronic disorganization. (is it possible to have bouts and still be chronic? Check WebMD later.)

Both of these long standing issues culminated into one thing: a messy, disorganized, stuffed to the gills closet. Essentially - a sink hole for apparel.

It was becoming a death trap that required a hard hat and steel-toed boots to enter safely. I go into the closet preparing for the worst and come out stumbling and coughing like a miner from a collapsed mine exclaiming "I think she's gonna go - everybody get down!" while holding a pair of red heels.

As I've made it my goal to be strive for organization my first act was to remedy the sink hole that was my closet.

The mission: to find ways to creatively expand my closet and create beauty out of chaos.

Joey installed extra shelves, even one above my door to maximize the space. Shoes and more shoes - mainly black heels as that's may daily work shoe. Clothing that has barely been worn due to falling into the black hole. Drawers filled to the brim with pajamas, sox and the like. Stuff everywear! I had amassed so much that it had become a problem.

And then it hit me.

How many people outside of the United States have this problem? How many kids in the world are cold at night because of inadequate clothing that is their only wardrobe? How many people would be so thankful just to have one good pair of shoes? How many have so much stuff that it is oozing out of their spacious closet, in their comfortable three bedroom house in the suburbs, in the wealthiest country on the planet?

There I was sitting on the floor in my closet - looking at my overabundance of stuff in tears from my selfishness.

Joey and I marked a few trash bags for giveaway, which is no where near enough, but it's a start. Sometimes living in the land of plenty, we forget that we're living in a world where too many in the are suffering from basic needs such as food, clothing and shelter that we take for granted. So now, I'm ready and wondering - what can I do?

How do you snap out of being comfortable with comfortable?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Word To My Brothers' Girlfriends

Dear Future Girlfriends of My Brothers,

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I'm about to focus on some the best advice of your life - or at least your life dating one of my brothers. It is small, but very important. There is one thing that you must wear at family functions. It's not a huge deal in the scheme of deals, but it says a lot about you. Or should I say it reveals a lot about you.

It's called 'clothing'.

What does not constitute clothing? That which shows anything of which you have pairs, and I'm not talking limbs or facial features, but rather the stuff in the middle - this is not clothing. If your bra straps become the most visible part of your top - this is not clothing. If a wet suit leaves more to the imagination - this is not clothing. Garments the size of postage stamps - this is not clothing.

Yes, I know you're in your physical prime. Yes, I know my brothers are cute. Yes, I know you want their attention. Yes, I have been in this position. Yes, I know you're a smart girl.

Hence, I know what you're doing. And so does my mother. And my sister. And my grandmother. And even my dad. We're all over it. It's not so subtle.


A Loving & Very Protective Older Sister

P.S. I am approving that a current GF is wearing actual clothing. This is just an address for all of those in the future based on past experiences.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Lesson In Oatmeal That Will Save Your LIfe (or at least your cookies)

I have made an important discovery. Remember this?

Just so you know, this is why:

It's all in the fine print my friend, the fine print. Oh yes, look closer. It's the new versus the old.

I noticed this the last time I went to the grocery store. If only I would have seen "minute oats" in the recipe. You know people, I remember a time when oatmeal was just oatmeal. There was no Easy Mac in those days. We had to boil our noodles, thank you very much. Ok, just kidding on the oatmeal. I really don't remember a time when oatmeal didn't come in individual instant microwave packets.

BUT, I certainly did live through the Pre-Easy Mac Era, for the record.

This is what I get for being old-fashioned I guess: a giant, pan-adhering oatmeal cookie.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Officially Pomped & Circumstanced


Ok, I know you saw it. It was bad, I know. Let's move past it. Please put all of your attention on the little guy in the middle. That is my baby brother, Stephen. I hate to say it, but I still think of him as being not much older than he was in the picture. But, this is apparently not the case as my BABY brother graduated from high school Saturday!

That's crazy talk! To me at least. But then again apparently he's also cemented in his mind the image of me in the grandmother dress as he thinks I'm ancient. And so not cool. Ahem. Well, back in the day mister...ok, let's not kid ourselves, this has term has never really applied. Reference point: the excessively ruffled grandmother dress.

Anyway, I'm so proud of him! He graduated #8 in his class, the highest of all of us kids. Congrats, Stephen! A whole passel of my cousins graduated alongside him this weekend as well. Congrats to Bryan, Derek and Jonathan!

And there he is, the graduate.

The proud parents of the graduate.

The proud sister of the graduate. (NOTE: sans excessive ruffles)

And the Mom who doesn't want to let him go. You can tell he loves it.

So from the Girl in the Excessively Ruffled Grandmother Dress to her bab...excuse me, to her college bound little (couldn't help it) brother:

Congratulations! I am so proud of you! And I love you!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I'm good enough. I'm smart enough.

And doggonit, people like me.

Sometimes we all need this reminder...