I may have gone a little crazy with the hooks, but something had to be done with the handbags. So hooks all over the world was the solution. If you have a better solution for the March 2010 Closet Reorg, I’ll be happy take suggestions. I’ve even made room for new spring shoes & bags, because I’m nice like that. I’ve also decided that I’m WAY under fashionable and I need to step it up a bit – but in a reasonable I’m not going to break the bank so the Chef won’t yell at me too much sort of way  . . .

Now, I have some packing to do 10 miles to run in my spanky new shoes. Official shoe of the NTRT! Don’t they look super-fast?!?

Coming up soon is the Runner Susan official Should I Stay or Should I Go Shoe, Bag and Clothing Fest!

I got this bag from my friend Marta’s sister Maria. I love it so much I can hardly stand it. I’ve been avoiding posting the picture because I’m afraid she might want it back once she sees how good it looks on me. Kiss kiss.

Now that I have boots on the way (and I still really want these but not for that price), I need a new handbag. Okay, so maybe NEED isn’t the right word . . . desperately obsessing about, might be better a description. So I’ve been checking bags out on bluefly.com to see what they had . . . and I came across this Chanel bag. And it looks like a butt. And it’s plastic. For $1800.00. No wonder it’s on sale.

For carrying all my dainty items.

Organization is this year’s resolution, and I’ve been good – very good. My closet is still a stellar example of color coordinated neatness, and with my latest retail therapy relapse, it’s also full of many things blue. Along with the blue and new shoes, I also purchased a strapping new handbag. A handbag so glorious it shames all others.

This is where the organization comes in: moving crap from old handbag to new handbag. Unfortunately, I’ve played this game for about nine bags now, leaving behind the useless crap and moving only the really important crap like lip gloss and tweezers.

So today, instead of running, I spent much of my day de-crapping my handbags. And it wasn’t pretty; in fact it was downright embarrassing. I’m surprised I didn’t find any dead rodents amongst the forgotten pens and trillion receipts.

However, on the bright side, I also found many useful things: 2 tubes of toothpaste, 13 tampons, a laptop and $47.00. You just can’t have too many extra tampons. And tucked into the side pocket of one handbag was an unfamiliar note labeled “private” on the outside. The kind of private which meant I had to open it immediately.

I’m not quite sure how I should feel about this. It really is adorable, but don’t crushes start around age 30?