A few months ago, maybe for Memorial day, Meg was in need of a red shirt. She didn't have one. She asked Mickey if I had one she could borrow. Mickey replied that I didn't have a red shirt. Meg didn't believe him. He opened the closet door and said look for yourself. She looked and couldn't believe how I had my clothes hung. Is this so weird?
I hang my shirts by color and in rainbow order. That way I know where a certain shirt is and I know where to hang it back up when it's clean. One less thing to stress over. On the other hand, Mickey's side of the closet.....I'll let you guess how he organizes his.
I'm going to take a little hiatus. My fingers and brain need a break. Be back soon.