This weekend, Steve and I played poker at Julie and Dave's and slept over. Then Saturday morning, we rose early and drove up to my parent's house in the wilds of New Jersey. The plan was to spend some time lazing about in the pool or in the hot tub, but there was a fall chill in the air, and so we settled for sitting around the pool deck instead, and then we moved into the house as the sun went down. 

While I always have a great time up there, the down side is always that we're spending a weekend away from our apartment, which is now resembling a ... a place where people haven't yet mastered the art of putting their belongings away.

Last week I ordered a book called Clutter's Last Stand and I am eagerly awaiting its arrival so I can attack the clutter in the apartment armed with an inspirational manuscript. I started with my closet last week, and I'm really sorry I didn't take before and after pictures, because I am still stunned by the difference. Before, it took me forever to get ready because I couldn't find anything, and also because I kept trying on the same items that I don't like or don't fit right. Now it takes me forever to get ready because I am blinded by awesomeness and I like to stare at the orderliness.

Soon, I will have lots of staring to do, all over the apartment and I look forward to that. It's my (ehem) 21st birthday present to myself (and if you believe that one, I've got a bridge to sell ya) to get the apartment in gorgeous, neat, orderly order, and while I know this has been a goal of mine for some time, I finally mean it and believe it.

And for my next project, I promise to take pictures.