Boarderline Obsessive (Blog # 10)

I work in a clothing store, so I am very particular with my closet.  This may sound shallow, or pointless to some, but to me it is a boarderline compulsion. I am a stickler to my laundry guidelines, not because I take any pride in my wardrobe, but because it is as if someone was ringing a bell, and I was Pavlov's dog.  I spend a majority of my day working with clothing, and one thing I do is color coordinate and straighten the store, so that it looks its best.  With this said, I have an incredibly hard time doing laundry in the normal sense.  In general, I don't consider myself obsessively neat, but when it comes to my closet, it is as if I am a completely different person.  My obsessiveness starts after the articles of clothing have been smothered in soap, drowned in water, and tumbled in the dryer. 
First, I have to take the items out of the dryer, and seperate them by category.  The five categories that I really pay attention to are the categories that I hang in my closet.  These are long sleeved tops, short sleeved tops, dresses, dress pants, and finally skirts.  The categories are in order of the frequency I wear them.  Dresses are farthest back.  I have never been much of a girlie-girl, and on most days would rather pretend that they don't exist, but I am aware of the fact that every once in awhile, dresses are required, so I have a few for such emergencies.  After dresses, skirts follow close behind.  I think if told I had to chose dresses or skirts, I think I would pick skirts.  I don't really know why, but for some reason, they seem less threatening.  Dress pants follow skirts, mostly because I have very few occasions that I really need to wear them.  Since it is winter weather still, I have less demand for short sleeved tops, so I tuck those in after dress pants.  Lastly, I have my stock of long sleeved tops at the very beginning of my closet. 
Now I wouldn't feel quite so rediculous if it stopped there, but oh no.  My compulsion goes much, much further.  Every hanger in my closet, all my hangers are white.  It has been engrained into me that hangers must compliment the article of clothing it carries.  Through all my years of experience, the one thing I have picked up on is that a white hanger goes with just about anything, and it has become my go-to hanger by default. 
After I have finished inspecting my hangers, I must make sure that each category of clothing is color coordinated. Where one category finishes, another category picks up on the same color, so it is a continual flow of color.  Once the wave of color has been complete, my last task is to make sure that all buttons are buttoned and all zippers are zipped. 
Everytime I do laundry, it seems to become quite the production, and I am sad to say that I may never get over this compulsion.  Retail has ruined my abilities to be lazy....at least with my closet anyways...
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