Simon and me

I have one thing in common with American Idol judge Simon Cowell--- a deep love for dark grey and black shirts. I'm sure all of his clothing is Armani, Versace, and so, but he wears the same v-neck sweaters and clingy grey tshirts all the time.

I'm like Simon----I own tons of snug black tshirts--I layer them under clothing--- if a workshirt is too snug to button because of "winter weight," I wear a black tee underneath, keep the shirt partly unbuttoned, and all is well. Plus black underneath a layered shirt is "slimming"--I think.

This morning I could not find my "Personal Identity" (juniors section!) black tshirt. I love this particular shirt... light, cottony fabric...and it falls a little below my hip. It's perfect. When I bought it, I should have bought 7 others: same shirt, same color.

Tonight, the search continued. I walked around and around the apartment, searching under piles and piles of clothing...even putting away clean laundry (shocking!) to see if the black shirt had already been washed. My search was fruitless.

I just found the shirt a few minutes ago... beneath, what else, a pile. And a pile I had already checked! It's just a stupid shirt but I feel such relief. Sometimes I get obsessive about the tiniest things...like if I misplace a book...it drives me crazy...especially if I am in the middle of reading it. It's times like these that I realize I need to try to keep the apartment clutter-free.... I have this simple theory that a cluttered residence creates clutter in the mind...and not fun, wacky, creative clutter either...but annoying, overwhelming, draining clutter.

I'm working on fixing the clutter...isn't that like the new "American dream"? ---simplifying our lives and getting to a point where we are clutter-free...