You don't really want to meet me...

Work in progress...

Crazy, crazy, crazy last 24 hours! We decided to get a new built in wardrobe installed in our bedroom. The new wardrobe gives us double the hanging space and so much extra room! This means that hopefully our bedroom floor won't be a depository for clothes and mess anymore!

Part of getting a new wardrobe meant that we had to pack up the old one! This involved staying up late organising and packing away clothes (and culling)! We also had to move around all the furniture in our bedroom so that there was room for the wardrobe to be set up and installed.

This morning I was rushing around in my messy cleaning clothes, reeking of bleach, with unbrushed hair and piles of clothes from one end of the house to the other. Then there was a knock at the door and I assumed it was the wardrobe building man. Instead it was the beautifully put together, super organised Romy ready to deliver my lovely prize!

So this is my first ever experience meeting someone from the internet and I can only imagine the sight she saw! Bubby was waking up in a very loud grump, there were piles of clothes everywhere, I must've been a ridiculous sight in messy clothes and with bleach as my perfume. Of course, I had forgotten that she had planned to drop off my prize or I might've at least brushed my hair!

Oh the shame of it all!

So after all of this I realise that the illusion of myself that I have tried to create on the internet has been shattered! I am actually a frazzled mess a decent amount of the time! This is why none of my child-less marriage-less mortgage-less friends talk to me anymore I imagine - my frazzled messiness coupled with disorganisation and vagueness has ended my cool factor I fear! Oh Romy I apologise for what you encountered this morning! One day we will have to do a "do over" and I promise that I'll actually be presentable!