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...
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 #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. |
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.
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