LOVE Boat

We won't be christening our beloved vessel with this name.  Although cliche, it would be appropriate...we love  our boat and we certainly love each other.  Living within the confines of thirty-seven feet could either help or hinder both of these. So far so good.

Aside from today belonging to good 'ol Valentine, I have been thinking about what a LOVE boat we have for other reasons.  One specifically leaves me torn- Do I really want to confess this to all my readers?  Obviously there are millions of you...and obviously the answer is yes.

I find it important to keep our home in ship-shape, additionally keep the buns in shape, and  avoid looking like a boat-hobo*

So, I keep all "get-ready equipment" packed in a bag i.e. brush, blow dryer, make-up bag, and tomorrow's outfit (after completing step 4 from my previous post).

This tidy little bag goes from aft cabin floor to floor of my car most mornings on the way to the gym.
The gym shower is key to a Skipper's life style...no time for what a yacht club shower entails and no option to stink up the office.

Yesterday, I was in my usual morning rush to get out the door with a latte in hand (note that a Nespresso machine is very much worth having in your galley.  It is tiny, and makes you feel like you have a real  kitchen).

Nespresso...mmmmm

It all went south at a quick toothbrush grab attempt. Much like my closet situation, the light above our "medicine cabinet" gives off just enough to make you wonder if that toothbrush is blue...or green.  This time it was green, and let's just say- it shouldn't have been.

Going all day with unbrushed teeth, is out of the realm of possibility, especially after a delicious cup of Rosabaya**.

Now, I love the Cap, but I also have boundaries...and phobias perhaps. While I'm sure we have shared a germ or two in the last three years, forcing me to share a toothbrush with anyone  is pure affliction...

We all make concessions and I must LOVE that man, because against my every inclination, I went ahead and used his green toothbrush.  The shame...

Living aboard undeniably tests you at times.  Some tests are more rigorous than others. It seems being flexible when it comes to these things makes you all the better.

Happy Valentines Day.

Very official Footnotes:

*Boat hobo:  those that don't legitimately live on a boat, but rather squat on boats and look like average street corner hobos. In the interest of saving time, I believe boat-bo  should be the shortened version for a boat-hobo.

** Rosabaya is heavenly and will make you realize Starbucks is a joke..

The "Closet"

Three and a half months on a boat is just enough time to realize 1. you totally  live on a boat and 2. you're going to be re-organizing your closet at least nineteen more times before it functions at a level that meets your reasonable expectations.

I use the word "closet" pretty loosely. While I have a "closet" in the trunk of my car and our 10 by 10 storage unit, the closet I refer to now is the one on board.  It's about 3-feet tall, a foot and a half wide...and the back of it is positioned at an inconvenient slope.  Perfect for all your clothing storage needs right?

I've rearranged this thing a number of times. Typically the onset of a good re-arrange is a minor freak-out when I grab the same pair of black slacks more than thrice in one week, in attempt to grab a high-waisted black skirt  of similar material.  I don't think I need to say it, but I will...

THIS lack of organization just won't do.

Note to newly wedded Skippers- While there is a temptation to let said "freak-out" slowly go from minor to major over time, do what you can to overcome it.  Living on a boat is a perfect opportunity to show your new husband just how crazy you can get, but is that really necessary? In these moments, I simply remind myself that self control is one of the fruits of the spirit- some prefer to call it a virtue.  This is a fruit that I particularly struggle with and just like mangoes-it almost gives me a rash, BUT it must be controlled.

My latest closet war was a week ago when it mocked me and my quest to find yet another black garment.  With our new floating home's limited, LED lighting (I told you, I live in a tree house) finding a specific piece can be quite daunting.  I mean, I have a full time job for crying out loud, there's no time for this nonsense.

The cure, for now...

 Step #1:  The very fancy "shelves" (AKA a Shoe Hanger) -
If you don't yet have a Shoe Hanger, get one

 This gem's official name, I don't know...but it hangs and typically has shoes in it.

I chose specific pieces to roll up and place in there,

instead of folding them properly and stacking in the open space beside it.  

This is because these items are not as prone to wrinkle...and they are all pieces that give 

variety to my wardrobe.  I personally believe that categorizing sections of a closet 

(even a normal closet that you can actually stand in) is the only way to live.  

I can add any of the rolled up items to something else in my closet and fool people 

into thinking I have a ton of different outfits or that maaaaybe I don't live on a boat.

I also place all of my lighter tank tops in one of the shelves since they are going to be worn
under other things that will hide their creases.  

Step #2:  CUT-
Cut off  just enough length to leave yourself with the number of shelves you require
and enough room below the hanger to stack your bigger garments sideways.

Step #3: Filling it up-
Notice the bottom pieces (mostly work dresses) are folded and
arranged horizontally, below the bottom of the shoe hanger so that I can SEE as much of
each piece as possible.  Since there is more of the garment showing I can actually tell (NOW)
what it is I'm grabbing from the 2 1/2 feet pile of clothing.  

Step #4:  Hangers and Space- Leave some
The hangers aren't there for use inside of the closet...no one actually
hangs their clothes on that rod.  At first, I cursed that rod (pre Shoe Hanger discovery).
The hangers are for hanging up what you will wear tomorrow
in the aft cabin, or wherever they can be stowed...another task devoted to the
purpose of de-wrinkling.  Living on your boat is no excuse for looking like you just
jumped out of a hamper.  While I do not usually plan a whole 12 hours ahead,
selecting what I'll wear the night before is huge.  Making this
major decision (kidding) gives you the best chance of a crisp look in the morning.
After hanging, I usually give it a few sprays of water and then let gravity
do its thing.  The Space at the top must be there, unless you want scraped knuckles
and no option of adding anything to this closet of yours.  If you play your cards
right, throwing a pair of boots in that space can even be an option...where
else are you gonna fit those things?

I'm sure you've noticed there are no Man-clothes shown.  This is because the man's clothes don't live in here...his arrangement is for another post.  I balance out my evil (and non-negotiable) monopoly of the closet by including him in step #4.  No respectable Captain starts his day looking crumpled...unless he's a single live-aboard, in that case there is likely no hope of looking at all assembled.

Again, my future likely holds 14 more sessions of reorganizing.  But for now, I sincerely recommend the laid out plan you see above.  Happy organizing and Good LUCK to ya.