Katie has the benefit of enough hand-me-downs to clothe twelve children. As a result, she is ready for anything and generally dressed adorably, no matter what the weather.
|I hope this doesn't take too long. I'm due at a picnic with Audrey Hepburn.|
|I hope this doesn't take too long. I'm due at Swap-o-Rama with Bogdan and Basia|
Compounding the problem is my utter lack of organization. I took some time from a workday, while the girls were with Grammy, and came home to do closet-cleaning. I got through all the storage totes, the closet, and Katie's dresser, and was left with eight bags of clothes to donate- and that does not include the stuff that was too grotty to even donate. The sad thing is, four hours later, I ran out of time to clean out Gracie's dresser, so I still have no room for actual spring clothing that fits the child, so I can't even go shopping for her.
|This is what hoarding hath wrought.|
Fortunately, her shorts from last summer still fit. Not so fortunately, her t shirts do not. If I don't get on the ball soon, she's either gonna be walking around with her belly hanging out, or in those same two purple t-shirts that are roughly a size and a half too big, and I'm gonna have to keep lying about who picked out her clothes. Which works just fine for me, actually, but let's be real here: it's Gracie. I tell that lie again, and she corrects me. Promptly. And it is the fear of that shame that motivates me.
....someday. For now: couch.