|our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost (elliemurasaki) wrote,|
@ 2013-02-20 12:33 pm UTC
How my closet looks usually. I need to pack the books that are blocking the door and a bunch of the clothes that are in my dresser so's I can get the laundry basket out of there.
Supposedly this closet is shared with my sister. In fact, some of that stuff is hers. But for the most part, if it's boxed or bagged or in the plastic rolly-cart drawers, it's mine.
All those U-Haul boxes are books. Every last one of them. The jewelry stuff needs to come out, I can't spontaneously creative jewelry stuff if it's two flights of stairs away from where I spend most of my home time, but I have no idea where else I can put it permanentish.
For shanaqui, my favorite shoes:
Black sneakers and white sandals, both suitable for work wear. I actually prefer the black sandals in the same style to either of those, but I dunno where they went; they're probably floating around the basement and will turn up when I get back to cleaning the floor.
You'll notice that when it's warm enough for sandals, I prefer being barefoot, which invariably means dirt on my soles...