Extra Arm Space

I'm sure we all remember the day our Mom taught us how to do our own laundry.  Or the day that you ruined your favourite shirt and learned these things the 'hard way'.  Regardless on where your lessons came from, we all learned the same elemental rules:
a) Don't mix white, colored, and dark clothing
b) Don't pour Javex on top of the clothes
c) Don't wash towels with your clothes (they get nibby)
d) Hang your clothes as soon as its dry to prevent wrinkles
e) How to iron when you didn't hang your clothes as soon as it dried
f) Don't overfill your closet, it puts back all the wrinkles you've been trying to avoid.

You might be wondering what the connection to well done laundry and having your boyfriend away actually is.  Especially since Dan probably does more laundry than I do while he is home, or has never been one of those boyfriends that just expects you do all the laundry cause its a "woman's job" (he knows better than this).

Despite working in a profession where a uniform is required, I have always had a surplus of clothes.  And since my size has only changed slightly since I was a teenager, I rarely need to get rid of clothes that no longer fit.  Ever since I have been 16 and started doing my own laundry, I have been having trouble following rule f) Don't overfill your closet, it puts back all the wrinkles you've been trying to avoid.   No matter how much bigger a closet I acquired, I still had the same problem - cluttered clothes.  In fact, having to wear uniforms has only complicated the issue cause that just means I have more things to hang in there.

Dan on the other hand has a very minimalist attitude.  Less is more in his world.  He is not a collector of things, and never has more of anything than is required.  So his side of the closet always has lots of space.  So much so that he neatly arranges his hangers like once inch apart as if he didn't want one item of clothing to touch another! (Sorry babe, this was a necessary description)

And here we are: with Dan away, his half empty side of the closet is even emptier now that he has most of his belongings packed up and taken with him.  It only seemed right that my things spill over into his side, ya know, to equally disperse the weight, and make the closet look more organized, and.....   My clothes were getting all jammed up in there.  Blacks touching whites, long sleeved mixed with short sleeved.  It was too much for me to handle.  And on top of all that, it was too cold in the morning to creep to the spare room (where I hung my uniforms) and get ready for work, so they made their way to his side as well.  So for the first time in my life, I can finally follow laundry rule f) and while it may only be temporary, these days my clothes are enjoying lots of extra arm space :)