In my closet

Being someone who likes things to be organized, I find it hard to have messy things around me. For one, it’s not attractive. I like to look at pretty things. Second, it’s so much easier to find something if you know where it is.

Since I also worked in fashion retailing, I adjusted tables and racks of clothes, keeping everything folded and colour co-ordinated.

And, because of that, I keep the clothes in my closet (and drawers) organized and folded. It looks like my own small boutique in Barney’s, only there aren’t any $800 cashmere sweaters and snooty salespeople walking around, thinking I’m going to swipe something (which I would, but the cameras are a deterrent, of sorts).

From left to right, the sweaters are in a holder. I’ve learned the lesson of pointy shoulders the hard way. The shirts hang, separated by sleeve-length and colour. Then, there are the t-shirts, again separated by colour. After that, it’s pants – a series of black – and denim, followed by neutrals and then crap clothes I wear around the house when I’m feeling/looking like shit.

True, there’s nothing special about my clothes. There’s way too much black (approximately 75 per cent of my wardrobe) and navy blue, but I like those colours. Also, there’s a smattering of designer clothes, but I don’t wear labels on the outside, so who cares what I’m wearing, unless I’m at the Oscars.

Come to think of it, maybe the closet doesn't look like a Barneys boutique, but more like Wal-Mart half-off bin.