bag lady.

sometimes, it doesn't really take much at all to make you feel better about the state of your house and like less of a failure at housekeeping.
this is the story of my coat closet.

this is what it looked like two days ago...

...completely overrun by the plastic bags we had for some reason been saving. they were shoved in the closet wherever they would fit, mostly up on the shelf, but were always poised and ready for action. they would spring out at you when you opened the door, showering you in a barrage of crinkly plastic annoying-ness, hoping to be used for some sort of project or other various whatnot, relenting only after satisfying their sole purpose of making you pay attention to them for a few precious seconds before shoving them back up on their dark and lonely shelf.

finally, i decided that they deserved better than my pathetic attempts to make them feel useful. so i took them away. to a better place. where they could reinvent themselves and start a new life.

and we are all better off because of it. they get to go out and see the world and meet new people, and i get my coat closet back under control.

i kept one little bag of bags up on the shelf, because sometimes you really do need them. and hopefully with less competition around vying for my attention, they will no longer feel the need to attack me every time i open the door.