#konmari fold

[boogiewoogieweeb]

RIP Thomas Jopson you would've loved Mari Kondo and sparking joy

[mydeclutterjourney]

I love Marie Kondo and I would like to read her books, so I can learn to have a healthy amount of attachment to my things. But I know for a fact I absolutely Will Not be folding my underwear, that's too much effort, especially for something that will come undone in minutes.

[botchallthethings]

Status of various clothing repair and alteration projects:

Sweater gusset project: 90% complete and fully wearable. Not marked fully complete because I may at some point go back over the line demarcating the original cuffs with black stitches to make it look intentional, and may at some point swap out the buttons for prettier ones. I may also line the neck with a softer woven fabric, as it can be scratchy on my skin if I’m not wearing a high-necked shirt underneath

Pullover to cardigan conversion: complete! I’m very satisfied with it and have gotten compliments on it already. I personally think that the cut lines are slightly stretched out and wavy and would do things a little differently next time, but they’re quite secured and stabilized now (sewn, rolled into a hem and sewn, then a grosgrain ribbon was sewn on). This really fits my style, and I like the three clasps at the bust that make it fit more like an empire-waisted garment than a normal button-up cardigan.

Funky-neckline dress bodice to bolero conversion: functionally completed but I’m not satisfied yet. I think I want to re-sew the bottom hook and eye (again!) so it pulls less. Also, that will necessitate re-sewing the button for visual balance (it was supposed to be functional but that was a pain and I gave up) Ugh, this just was not constructed in a way to fit me but it is pretty enough that I want to salvage it. I may rip out the princess seaming and do a bust reduction; alternatively, I might just get some cups and batting at the sewing store and pad it out so that it doesn’t cave in.

Faintly bleach-stained sweater: Fixed with sharpie, and you know what? I really like it a lot more! Funny how little tiny things can make something feel worn out and unlovely.

Grey undershirt with pinprick holes: mended (and wow there were so many of them! How is it that once you start mending, you find so many more holes??). Now I’d like to soak it in oxyclean because it’s yellowing in some areas. Despite the fact that nobody but me will ever see it, I’ll like it more if it’s well-cared for.

Old cowl-necked black shirt that I resented but also could not bring myself to throw away: mended and loved once more! I could not bear throwing it away, and once I secured some loose threads, fixed a run in the sleeve, and picked away some mysterious red flecks and sharpied the rest, it feels new. It turns out I really love this shirt and my feeling of frustration and boredom was directly linked to all of the little evidences of wear that were not noticeable to anybody but the wearer. It’s really quality, too! Very soft and not pilling despite the amount of wear I’ve put on it

Stained shirt embroidery project: put on hold for an unknown amount of time because I realized I’d forgotten the fact that I owned a matching square scarf with a floral pattern; my original dandelion design needs to complement it and I think I need to re-think it and get new embroidery threads

Coat strap: Shortened effectively and while the thread’s not a perfect match, literally no one but me is going to notice and I really don’t care about it

Socks: two pairs of socks to darn, one of them a pair of wool toe socks (ugh but worth it to fix) and the other pair a decorative pair of cotton socks that are cheap enough that they really don’t deserve mending but I don’t really have any other pairs of lightweight tall socks and like these, so I’d better mend them before they’re too threadbare.

Boat-neck shirt that’s too wide-necked for comfort: experimental lacework at the neckline complete and functional. Unfortunately this shirt needs more work and I’m not keen on doing it, but it’s a nice long-sleeved shirt and really comfortable, so I should get on with it. Ideally I’d add cuffs in matching yarn, and add something to the hem as well (needle lace might be something to look in here). It’s also got some ink stains that I have no idea what design to use to cover, but I have beads and ribbons and thread. This is probably a backburner piece for now. I think I’m going to use it to experiment on and keep it as a comfort/casual shirt for now. I’ve got a darker teal version of the shirt with all the same problems and promises, sans stain, and I think it has a chance of being more polished than this one if I do it right, so I want to make all the mistakes on the stained shirt.

Sweatshirt that I love and treated carelessly: buried with my summer clothes from the move. *sigh*...this is all my fault. I used it to hold ripe wild persimmons and turns out those do NOT like to come out, not even from dark navy clothes. Then, when I tried to use oxyclean because that fixed my last stain, I neglected to read the info that says don’t use it with metal! And my lovely sweatshirt is lovely because of its metal zipper and fixings! So now it’s got purplish-reddish spots on it from the reaction of the metal to the oxyclean and I don’t know how to fix it. I know I need a good blue to balance out what was lost, but the spots are big enough that a real dye rather than a permanent marker is probably in order, and it’s got white cloth lettering so dyeing will be a little tricky.

Not mending: tablet weaving! Slow work in progress and I need to unpick some stuff (ugh! spent a few hours stuck on that last night!), but it’s looking a lot more successful than it did a few days ago. Also, I have oodles of yarn that I should spin. I haven’t, because I think I’m a little bored with the plain white color, but I eventually will get back to it. I should look into dyeing, frankly. Also, I would like to make a sweater, some mittens, and maybe a pair of socks, but I don’t know what my skill level at making yarn is or what I could tolerate the feel of the most, and I’ve got a 50$ gift card to my LYS, which is not too shabby but also not enough for a sweater. I figure I could get a pair of mittens or socks out of it, or I could use it to discount the cost of a sweater. Gotta find patterns I want to use, though...

Lessons learned:

There’s a lot you notice consciously or subconsciously about your clothes that someone who doesn’t wear them wouldn’t, and sometimes small changes can transform how you feel about them.

Once you start noticing things, you keep noticing them, and so you’ll probably find a lot more to mend once you start, but I promise it’s worth it

It’s tedious to finish projects but it’s worth it to stick with them to the end and not call quits until you’re actually satisfied, because “it’s okay” and “it’s exactly how I want it, or at least the closest I can get to ideal using my skill set” is the difference between reaching for clothes and ignoring them for ages

To flesh that out a little, there’s a difference between “I don’t care”  and “I do care but haven’t noticed/acknowledged it” and “I’m too frustrated to keep going but I am actually still bothered.” The first one is a good place to stop, but the others are not. Being able to tell the difference between a) genuinely not being bothered by the myriad of little imperfections in handmade/altered clothing, b) being bugged at the subconscious level, and c) being quite bothered at a conscious level but too frustrated to keep going/giving up is really important. A is a good stopping point, B is something that it pays to notice and address, and C is something that asks you to step away for a project for a while but come back to it, because projects in a state of B and C are going to bother you at some level, even if you’re calling them “complete,” and that negativity is going to affect your relationship to the clothes, even if it’s subconscious. A is great, though, definitely stop there if you genuinely don’t care.

It is complicated to figure out how a jacket should fit and attach, especially when there are curves and overlapping edges involved!! Not a quick fix, lots of trying on to do

Iron stuff before sewing. It makes a difference. Really.

Probably don’t use the zigzag stitch to secure an edge of a lacy sweater you cut in half because it stretches it out and you’re probably going to roll the edges anyways and it’s hard to un-stretch and un-curl

Read the instructions of cleaning projects. Yes, even when you’ve used them before on different garments

I also learned how much red goes into navy, though, so I guess there’s another lesson. I wish it just didn’t have to happen to my Perfect Sweatshirt. I have not fully ruled out buying a new blank one from the company that makes it and re-sewing on the decoration, or making a new Perfect Sweatshirt from one of their base ones, but I haven’t decided if that’s overkill or not yet.

[ptsdinsoulmates]

Whenever I fold towels, I roll them up very specifically in a way that tucks all their edges in and away from view. My man never asked how to fold towels when I switched, he just started rolling them too. But without fail this man puts them on the shelf with the edges showing. And I'll never tell him that it's different. Because when I see my folded towels, I see nicely folded towels; and when I see his folded towels, I see love.

I love Marie Kondo like a disciple. I fold his clothes in the konmari style. He told me he doesn't want to learn so that if I die first, he'll remember me when he folds his clothes differently than the way he's used to seeing them. When I fold his clothes, I see love.

[chaosclimber]

konmari

The room was a complete disaster. Dream stood in the doorway, watching Hob sort through, piece by piece, what looked like every article of clothing they owned, all piled on top of the bed. It bewildered him–they’d been together long enough, Dream knew Hob’s cleaning methods. And while the process was never a tidy or streamlined one, it wasn’t….this. Hob tended to Roomba-clean, bouncing from task to task as he realized each one needed doing.

This was…oddly focused, despite the absolute mountain of clothes on the bed. He was sticking with clothes, sorting them into three piles. 

“So…what is going on here?”

Hob glanced over, and smiled widely–he always did when he saw Dream, and it never failed to make his heart flutter. Even after all these years. “Well, remember a little while ago everyone was going crazy for Marie Kondo and her method?”

Dream furrowed his brow, thinking back. The name sounded familiar, but where did he hear it? The memory hit all at once, and suddenly the way Hob was sorting made sense. “...Dearheart…that was ten years ago. It was before we even met.”

“...Yeah. A little while ago. Isn’t that what I said?” 

…Fair enough, when ‘the other day’ in their household could mean anything from yesterday to five years ago. 

“Anyway, I finally decided to give it a try. Can’t be any worse than my normal method, right?”

Dream raised an eyebrow, but refused to rise to the bait. He watched silently for several moments, as Hob picked a garment from the pile, considered for a moment, then folded it carefully and placed it in one of three piles. 

And then he picked one of Dream’s shirts. It was quickly added to the largest pile to the left, but not before Dream could spot it. “...You have all of our clothes in there?”

“Well, no. This one just…managed to get in my side of the dresser. Somehow.” As if the other man didn’t routinely steal his clothes. Dream never quite understood it, given Hob was so much broader than him–he most certainly could not pull off the whole ‘stealing your partner’s clothes to wear’ thing. But it rarely bothered him, so he smiled fondly, then stepped into the room properly. “Alright. Can I help?”

“...Yeah, d’you wanna start putting the clothes in that pile” He pointed back at the big pile “back in the dresser? The middle one’s donate and the last one’s are for the poor dears who’ve done their time.” Hob grinned, shifting to make room for Dream. There was still plenty of sorting to do, but at the very least, not having to deal with the piles afterward would streamline things.

Dream was glad to see that the other piles were still sizable, even if the pile of stuff that was staying was still the largest. “...do you plan on doing this with your hobby supplies, as well, or just your clothes?”

“We’ll see how I like it at the end. It feels weird staying this focused and not bouncing off to another task, but I know we need the bed tonight, so…”

They lapsed into companionable silence, working seamlessly together. Two hours of straight tidying–probably a record in their household, in all honesty. Dream glanced over as Hob plopped onto the bed in a huff. “...I miss the kids.”

He had wondered if that was the culprit for the sudden cleaning-fit. It had been a good distraction from how quiet the house seemed now, empty of rowdy teenagers. He sat carefully next to Hob, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close so his head would rest on Dream’s shoulder. “I know. I do, too. But this is good for them.” 

“...Who’s going to eat us out of house and home, now?”

That won a small, surprised chuckle out of Dream. “Well. You’re welcome to try, Robert Aeturnus-Gadling. But I, for one, relish the lower grocery bill.” He smiled as that won a small, watery laugh from Hob in return. He squeezed Hob’s shoulder. “They promised they’d call every week. We’ll hear from them before you know it, and they’ll probably come over for the holidays.”

“It’s not enough.”

“I know. But it has to be.”

“...When did you get so wise?” Hob sniffled a bit, turning into Dream’s embrace.

“I haven’t the faintest clue.”

[awesomehoggirl]

Tomorrow's game plan kinda makes me feel sick here we go

- get up abt 7? maybe?? pay my rent and download some powerpoints i need to look at while im on the plane, also movies and whatever (basically getting all the 'from my bed' tasks out the way to set me up well)

- at like 8:30 my mum will be up to start work but beforehand shes gonna help me narrow down my clothes ☠️ so. choose clothes is the next step

- 9am babe time for your final zoom therapy! Let's all celebrate me being officially cured. So glad I am cured! Very very happy to be cured. this finishes at 10, might need 15 minutes to cry

- bring clothes downstairs, sort into piles, konmari fold, put into packing cubes. this will take longer than i expect without a doubt. i will watch vlogs and superstore and try to think as little as possible

- hopefully will be done with clothes, underwear, socks, accessories and shoes before 12, 1 at latest. and will have eaten my overnight oats

- i get a break to uhhh bang my head into a wall / download some more shows and music / bawl my eyes out Then I'm pouring an energy drink I already bought into a glass with ice and frantically gathering & sorting Other Bits eg toiletries im bringing, swim stuff, extension cords Whatever whatever basically everything else i need that i donr wanna repurchase when i get there :P

- when that's done i just have to. Wait for my suitcase to be fuckinf delivered. in the meantime i must check in for my flight, plan the exact route i am going to walk through the airport and look at pictures, also look at pictures of the airport im flying to so i know what to expect

i also need to do a big shower, do my nails, and do a big skin cleanse at some point LMFAO and trim my hair bc my hairdresser forgot one of my layers 😭 im sure a million other bits and pieces are gonna come up too but i needed to block out at least the first part of my day lol I BELIEVE I CAN DO IR AND NOT EXPLODE

[suukee]

konmari cleaning headcanons 彡 levi ackerman

» old request ⋆ “Hi Suki, hope you're alright 🙂 As the famous cleaning freak he is, Levi decides to try this kondo marie method of folding clothes & sorting stuff. What does he think of it ? Does he tell Hange about it to tidy up her mess ? Kiss 🥰”

thank you for this request a while back, @youre-ackermine! i touched up on these a bit since the last time i wrote them.

» what is the kondo marie (konmari) method? ⋆ a simple but effective declutter method that inspires a clean and tidy home.

» word count ⋆ 960

Short answer:

Levi’s doubtful about Konmari but he grows fond of it over the course he practices this method. When it comes to the benefit of his home, he’s a guy who likes to try new things after further research about it. Buying this book and listening to her stories was probably one of the best choices he believes he made. 

He approves by mixing his methods with Konmari’s, and his house and storage are breathtaking. It even impacts him as a person. He starts to reconsider what he wants to buy, versus, what he needs to buy (as if he doesn’t do that already, but a reminder doesn’t hurt). He knows there’s nothing wrong with spoiling himself once in a while, but he keeps himself in check this way.

100%, he passes this information down to Hange—hell, he’ll buy them the book to study it or urge Moblit to watch the show with them. He’ll be on Erwin’s ass about not spacing his shoes evenly, or giving Isabel a talk about her chaotic wardrobe full of clothing that he thinks is a waste of money. He encourages anyone who he deems to be messy—or even the cleanest, for that matter—to use this method.

Long answer:

I think Levi likes to stick to a routine once he’s found one that works, but one day he overhears a conversation in Ikea (no idea why this is the setting, it just fits him) about this woman who has “perfected” the ideal of tidying. so… he ends up liking the idea of letting go of items and belongings that no longer “spark joy.”

When it comes to valued items, he has a harder time letting them go and frees more storage to keep them. He just strikes me as a not-so-obvious sentimental guy with his loved ones. But that doesn’t mean he holds onto papers from middle school just because his teacher once complimented him in front of the whole class for it. You know what I mean?

He’s already a color-oriented person in the closet, but it grows more on him to be a bit more precise. I can see his closet is sorted like… all dark variations on the left side, and all light variations on the right side but it’s not a satisfying ombre. using the method just adjusts his placement of tones more (e.g. putting all whites before grey instead of mixing them… so, an ombre).

I don’t imagine Levi having too much colorful clothing in his closet, to begin with (it’s mostly solids—monochromes, neutrals, earth tones, dark tones). When it comes to designs (stripes, two-tones, etc), some colors overpower the others—more maroon than white, more green than black.

This is the one time Levi disagrees with the coding and finds it good enough clean enough to hang or neatly tuck away (to avoid spending too long with a single piece at a time). He still prefers to fold things by category, not really by color. shirts by shirts, sweaters by sweaters, shoes by shoes, etc. though he’ll pick the color that appears the most and go with that (e.g., a shirt with more grey than black, he’ll put it in the grey category). I hope this all made sense.

During the disposal of his clothes, Levi skips the “thanking his clothes for its service” step because he finds it childish (at least that’s what he says. no one will ever catch him quietly reminiscing over a pair of shoes that served him well but he just doesn’t wear it anymore).

He’ll most likely donate these clothes which are always kept in good condition. Still has a decent amount of clothes though, it’s not like he only has four sets minimum. I also think modern Levi has a cozy, minimalistic style but I know this is a different topic so I won’t get into that.

As for books and papers, Levi has no problem letting go of a book that he’s long finished. he’ll usually give them to Mikasa, Hange, or Erwin to read next. But if it’s a series he had thoroughly enjoyed or someone special had gifted him/recommended it, he won’t toss it out (more like he won’t donate it away). He’ll make sure not a single spec of dust will plague it. He’s already organized with his mail, lease, etc. but likes the “keep, short-term, indefinitely” piles for when he has too much to sort through.

While going through his miscellaneous items, it’s not a big deal for him because Levi doesn’t have a lot of decoration things in his house already. He has a good amount of plates and utensils for himself or when he does have guests over but that isn’t often. It’s usually up to four people at most.

He has one body wash, two bottles of soap for his hair, and a scrub in this shower. By his sink, there is one small bottle for hand wash but he does have a bigger bottle underneath for refilling.

he also has multiple storage containers from Ikea (or any other reliable furniture store) that he uses in his fridge, drawers, and cupboards. Pot and lid racks that match the wooden decor. Storage crates for his produce. Utensil storage set. Coasters and trays. These things aren’t just great on display. The way he uses them efficiently is nearly perfect.

He despises it when someone doesn’t put back an item where it belongs.

I just know he uses small trays for his soap/dish sponge and a candle on the top of the toilet in the bathroom. Maybe even for the dining table. Some sort of forest, rainfall essence throughout the house (not too heavy on the nose). He likes the clean lemon smell in the kitchen.

[fred-the-dinosaur]

It seems to me that the trouble with digital is it's all still physical objects. Maybe there can be copies of things and they can travel very fast and be in multiple places and be compressed down and stored in unthinkably tinier places and accessed cleverly and take forms we could barely conceive of before we met computers.

But it's still an SSD card, a big server, a powerplant, physical equipment to read a bunch of information inscribed into a very high tech substrate (stuff!)

Old film negatives or plates aren't nearly as useful until you use a bunch of old processes, materials and skills to pull prints from them. Even digitisation requires both image capture tools (objects) and software (runs on objects) to replicate a process that was originally made with objects, and which is therefore modelled on data from having those objects.

Lots of people say 'oh get rid of manuals and physical books and photo albums and go digital' and sure. Tactility aside it's great option for space. Fold your two hundred book library into a flash drive the size of a postage stamp like an old man folding the broadsheet down to a postcard. Saves on a lot of dusting and apartments are pretty small. (First person to use this as an excuse to pile on konmari is getting hit with a saucepan btw)

But putting it all in the digital space is treated like using a magic hammerspace where it's safe, retrievable and doesn't rely on the physical world at all. Just your passwords which are now tied to you specific phone, your accounts which run on servers which are just computers you don't own. Your evergreen file formats. Your hard drives which will not fail of course, and will always be backed up to other infallible hard drives and other people's computers and Google searches which definitely find that blog (dead) which had a link (dead) to a file on a Google drive (deleted) that one time. Electricity which will always be on and legacy software that will definitely still run on the new hardware because the old ones long gone, and WiFi which is a basic utility so will always be flowing and so so much water in the big server farms run by the monopolies bigger than nations.

It just seems. Like a grown-up, acceptable equivalent to stuffing a bunch of stuff under your bed so you don't have to think about it. Because even if you ignore the monopolies and the exploitation for water and minerals, and the planned obsolescence. Isn't it all still depending on stuff? Physical, very dense stuff. That needs to be kept dry and cool and powered on and connected and very Not Near big magnets? But it's still objects to look after.

It feels like when we're selling each other the idea of keeping everything 'digital' there's an undercurrent of 'because it loopholes having to think about the inherent ephemerality, storage requirements and maintenance needs of physical objects'. But just as computing can transcend the forms of the physical, so is it dependent on it. I'm worried what's happening given that as a broader culture we pretend that it removes thinking about objects, rather than adding a whole new bunch of objects to look after.

And at some point that file in that file format on that cloud server or storage device will be as inaccessible to you as an undeveloped glass plate negative is now. That day is coming sooner than we think. And pretending it's not still made of physical stuff is contributing to the narratives that let it get pushed here faster.

(Also my computer harddrive died last week. Pah.)

[palabasa]

finally found an mp3 for one of the cleaning books i've been putting off, kc davis' how to keep house while drowning. three chapters in and it's already disparaging both konmari AND bullet journaling and the eye-rolling rage that induced in me woke me up from where i was nodding off while listening to davis

this is my like number 1 pet peeve, when cleaning/self-help/mental health or whatever books put down a different system to tout their own as better. it's the exact reason i've been putting off reading this book

it doubly pisses me off because davis not only boils konmari down to, "marie kondo says to tri-fold your underwear," as if the literal thesis of her method isn't already spelled out for you in her books' titles, but also adds bujo to the mix while tacking on shit about "self-help gurus undermining the physical, mental and economic privileges they hold" as if ryder carroll hasn't talked extensively about inventing thw bullet journal in order to manage his ADHD

like. hello??? what in the actual fuck are you talking about. can you maybe do a second of research instead of talking out of your ass

[letsstaytuned]

💅🏼 What's your aesthetic?

In Depth and Personal Munday meme

Organization!!! God, I just love things looking nice and neat and organized. I know you and I have talked about this before lol.

I'm getting ready for this big rehaul of my closet at the moment. I'm getting rid of a few things, measure things, going to get all matching hangers, etc.

Today, an hour ago, I took all the extra pillow cases/blankets/sheets and folded them up the Konmari way and deciding what to donate to downsize a bit. I gotta say they look pretty nice now!

As for things like colors, I don't really have any. I love all colors. Though I suppose I am leaning more towards white furniture lately. I do prefer things with solid colors rather than prints.

[saa-na]

when i was a kid my mom would clean my room while i was in the middle of playing and she'd throw away just so much of important stuff i wasn't finished with. i think i was like 5 or 6 when i learned that if i don't clear the table after drawing it'll all end up in the trash. and she's always hated the way i clean! she hates that i fold my clothes konmari style and we argued ad nauseam about me wanting to use reusable hemp kitchen towels when i moved out instead of the exact yellow chifonet brand plastic towel she prefers. like. mother behaviour.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Kills And Konmari - Karen Nelson/Michael Myers

A/N: Day 11 aka A for @domaystic

Karen is quietly working on Konmari as she tidies her home, moving to help Michael when he’s folding his outfits, pausing him to take him through the Konmari method, then helping him sort through his clothing, his jeans and t-shirts take very little time, the rest of their day is spent side by side, using Konmari to find the overalls he likes best and the ones he’s been meaning to get rid of for months.     Later, much later, she takes scissors to the refused clothing, cutting them apart to shred them and remove any potential evidence of who exactly Michael is or has been up to. Nobody needed to know.  

[le-trash-prince]

I’m reading “Unmasking Autism” rn and I just got to the part about designing your living space, and my brain lit up like a fuckin Christmas tree

Tbh I’ve been looking back over the konmari method over the past month or so, and processing why it was so helpful to me and my autistic brain. I think for one, I never understood why tidying was important, in addition to not getting the “how” either because the lessons and instructions I’d gotten as a kid were all aural and didn’t make sense to me. So just being able to read “common sense” things in a book suddenly made it more clear. This is in addition to online content like videos on konmari folding, which I find both soothing and educational to watch.

I also think the method is flexible both in terms of how you can tailor it to your own needs, as well as there being very clear cut rules, guidelines, and steps to follow, along with reasoning as to why those steps are in place. I’m very stubborn about wanting to do things my way and also needing clear-cut guidelines to follow.

I also think the organizational system is conceptually ideal for me. It aims to both reduce visual clutter and to store things in a way where you can very easily see what you have. I very much spent most of my life as a “the floor is a shelf” person, partly because I very rarely assigned a “home” for anything other than clothes or books, and partly because I need to be able to see something on a regular basis in order to remember where it is. This made my space very stressful to be in, but cleaning was so overwhelming a task that I could only get myself to do it when absolutely necessary.

I’m still not a perfectly tidy person, but I’m much better equipped to take care of my home than I was edite reading Marie Kondo’s book.

[utterlyinevitable]

(Further) Trials & Tribulations (3/?)

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Friends helping friends

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Becca Lao) feat. Bryce Lahela Rating: Teen+ Warnings: mentions of depression Tropes: Bryce- Domestic; 

Summary: Bryce helps Becca clean her room. Then he encourages her to hook up with a stranger Tobias.

a/n: bryce and becca are best friends! 

________________

Bryce and Becca were near inseparable. She was thankful for his company and he was thankful for the color back on her freckled cheeks. 

One day on their mutual day off Bryce invited himself over to hang out. Becca told him she wasn’t doing anything fun and he took that as a challenge to make whatever she had planned enjoyable. He helped her clean and organize her room. 

What Bryce wasn’t privy to was that her sheets had been left dirty since that night. His smell on the abandoned pillows she hid in the back stopped lingering and Becca took it as a sign. She decided to swap her clothes around to coincide with the season, reorganize every drawer and surface, and bin anything and everything that doesn’t spark joy. 

According to Bryce, Becca doesn’t fold her clothes right - the two of them bickering the whole afternoon. 

“What are you doing?” she asks from across the room, watching him sit on the floor with her entire underwear drawer piled around him. Bryce’s arms deep in the drawer pulling piece after stuffed-in piece from behind. “No no no! You don’t need to!” She scurries and dives towards him, trying to pry the skimpy material from his grasp.  

He dodges, but drops the material, moving his attention to the panties at the top of the pile. “You don’t fold your underwear?” he asks, beginning to fold a pair of panties.  

“What sociopath folds their underwear?”

“Someone with limited space and a hell of a lot of clothes,” he playfully chides. 

“It's fiiiine,” she says. 

“It's not. You invited me over to organize your room and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.” He pushes her off and away so he could get unimpeded access to the designated drawer. 

“You invited yourself over.” 

“Aren't you lucky I graced you with my premier skills. You need all the help you can get. You have so much stuff. Becks, you are a hot mess.” 

“Bryce it’s fine they fit in the drawer as they are.” 

“Next you'll tell me you don't konmari!” 

She gave him a blank stare. He shot up to check the rest of the drawers of her dresser. 

“Ahhh. How do you find anything!?” Bryce was absolutely aghast. 

“I don't, that's why we're cleaning!” 

“Woman, you need me.” Bryce began dumping every contents of each dresser drawer onto the floor, much to Becca’s horror. “Watch and learn.” 

He took a pair of jeans and folded them into a square.

“I never would've thought go-with-the-flow party boy Bryce would have critical OCD.”

“A happy home is a happy life. When everything’s in the right place I don't have to worry about it. I can focus on more important things like my friends or-”

She happily cut him off. “Your hair.” 

“Same rules apply. Put out what you wanna get back in the world. We're gonna whip your room into shape and you'll be set free in no time!” 

Oh what a weighted statement that was. 

Bryce and Becca spent the better part of the daylight hours putting her room into a functional state, with the former redoing everything she did and walking her through the uses built in. The clothes that needed to be hung, were, and organized by sleeve length and color. The trousers and jeans were folded into compact rectangles, and the underwear sectioned off so that the socks didn’t mix in with the panties and the bras and so on.  

“Now that you’re rooms done, get dressed,” Bryce ordered, chucking a dress onto the bed. 

“Why?” 

“We’re going out to celebrate.”  

“Bryce, I’m tired.” Becca flopped onto the bed. “Let me enjoy the cleanly peace!” 

“Nope.” He tugged her ankles, “Lets go.” 

Donahue’s didn’t look any different. The woman at Bryce’s side did. She got all dressed up just as Bryce suggested - a dress with subtle make up to enhance her features. She looked dressed to kill, and happy too! Just like she used to look. Tonight was an absolute win in Bryce’s books on the build-a-Becks-back-up mission. 

They were having drinks at the bar, having banter with Reggie and sampling a flight of new cocktails, when Bryce leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Hey, that guy looks familiar.” He nodded down to the end of the bar, towards that one harrowing stool she tries not to think too much about. “He’s totally checking you out.”

“Bryce…” she warns. 

“You’re hot. He’s hot. C’mon Becks when was the last time you let loose?” he nudges her shoulder a couple times. 

Becca just rolled her eyes and indulged herself in her drink.  

They carried on chatting and gossiping until Bryce stalked off with a devious smirk. He found a group of surgical residents across the bar he just needed to speak with. It was a guise, they both knew it. Becca just hoped the guy at the other end of the bar top wouldn’t leap at the opportunity. 

Alas... Bryce kept a knowing eye on Becca and her mysterious olive-skinned stranger.  

“I know you,” the man says. 

“Is that so?” Becca turned slightly on the stool to face him.  

“Tobias.” he extended his hand. “I believe we met at KoKo a few days back.” 

If she wasn’t two-drinks in she’d be embarrassed at how Tobias could read recognition dawning over her. As she recalled the man she kissed in the club. 

“Caroline.” 

She knew this was not a man she wanted to be involved with or see again. So she gave her alias, a derivative of her middle name. 

“Pleasure,” he smiled, making a motion towards the empty stool besides her, “Where’s your friend?” 

Becca pointed over to the dart board where he was joking with some other surgical interns. 

“Surgeons...” he drawls. “Not a brain cell between them.”

Becca let out a slight chuckle before returning her gin and tonic to her lips. 

“You’re a doctor?” she says more than asks.  

“I am; over at Mass Kenmore.” 

“What brings you to Edenbrook’s side of town?” 

“Would you believe me if I said the company?” 

“No.” 

They talked, conversation flowing as freely as the drinks, intention hanging on their every word. 

Becca knew she shouldn’t indulge another endeavor with the handsome stranger. It was a disaster waiting to happen. God, she hated the way this man smiled - like he was a python devouring her whole. But in the dim light of Donahue’s, Bryce’s encouraging winks and nods from a few stools down, and the free drinks pouring, maybe a dance with the devil was exactly what she needed. A bit of mind numbing sex never hurt anybody, right?

No;

This wouldn’t hurt Becca, or him, but in time it would hurt Ethan.

‘Caroline’ downed her drink and gave Reggie the signal for another shot. 

“One condition,” she says. 

His eyebrow raises and he leans in, closer, “Enlighten me.” 

“This never happens again.”  

His smile grew like the Cheshire Cat, “Challenge accepted.” 

Tobias and she clinked glasses as she weighed her options one final time. There’s the bar bathroom, dirty and sticky and something straight out of a horror film. Or they could go back to his place. An intimate look into how the Mass Kenmore Diagnostician lives. Too intimate.

Then Becca slinked off her stool and made her way to the bathroom, Tobias not too far behind. 

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a/n: this is obviously an ethan x becca endgame fic. just with a sprinkling of love for bryce and what should have been. 

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30 and 37 please!

30. Is your closet organized? If so, how?

Last year we splurged on the installation of custom closets and I love it so much. My closet is always organized now when it had always been a big challenge for me in the past.

Dresses are hung in rainbow order. Shirts are also hung in rainbow order. Skirts and trousers are grouped by kind but not ROY G BIV-ed.

Sweaters are grouped by cardigan or pullover, then folded and stacked by color.

T-shirts, tanks, and other casual tops are folded KonMari style and also arranged in rainbow order.

37. Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

The more the merrier. Let's do this together.

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I hate being That Bitch, but have you tried the Konmari Fold for clothes? Marie Kondo has this way of folding clothes that makes most of them into these little rectangles that can stand up, and don't take up as much space as stuff lying down or hanging up (and she recommends only hanging up certain kinds of clothes).

It won't literally make a space for you to put your clothes, but it might help making whatever storage space you end up using more efficient - I use it with my clothes that I keep in my under-bed storage, and I can fit in more than I used to be able to.

i do try to do a lazy version of that lmao !! it definitely helps. My problem is I have so many hoodies and sweaters that are just so bulky and not enough space to hang them or put them away.