A week and a half ago, while washing dishes*, I heard a thud upstairs.
*For the record, I don’t wash dishes for the fun of it. I don’t wash dishes because I think it is more cost effective than a dish washer. I wash dishes because I do not own a dish washer. Feel sorry for me…please.
For a brief moment, I considered the scenario of a prowler who chose to climb into my house through an upstairs window and to then announce his presence in such a reckless manner as to bound his 200-pound body weight onto my bedroom floor. Then I thought of just how ridiculous all of that sounded and just how improbable a second floor attack on my home is and proceeded onward and upward to assess the situation.*
*Alright, perhaps I also proceeded with caution.
After a quick look around, I realized the thud had come from our bedroom closet.*
Picture of Disaster Removed for Your Safety
*The reason you’re not currently viewing a picture of the monstrosity I discovered, is because I am not one of those people who can in full conscious photograph a disaster.
In said closet, whose left door refused to open, I found the top bar, and most of Lance’s clothes, down at the middle of the closet, on top of the bottom bar.*
*Later discovery revealed that the bottom bar had also been dislocated in the crash.
I don’t believe I’ve ever shared this information with you, dear readers, but, in this little three-bedroom home of ours, Hubby converted one of the bedrooms into a walk-in closet for me. Yet, despite all this space, I still somehow continued to occupy a small space in Lance’s closet.
Unacceptable, I know.
The closet disaster seemed the perfect opportunity to bring about change in my own closet. For nine years now, the bulk of the room centered around a clothes rack purchased at Bed, Bath, and Beyond for $99.* So although I had this room dedicated to my clothing, it wasn’t being used to its fullest capacity.**
*No complaints against the clothes rack itself. It’s just huge!
**And where clothes are concerned, that’s a big problem!!
Though we wanted to spend our Saturday beaching, the humidity that day dictated otherwise. The closet disaster only pointed us in the direction of what we should do.*
*Sadly, I know that if it hadn’t been Sahara desert hot mixed with Florida humidity, we would have ignored that messy closet and gone out to have fun.
The process was not in the least bit enjoyable and can be summed up in just a few short phrases:
-No central air
-Window AC units not reaching the closet quick enough
-Forgetting to turn off AC to vacuum
-More blown circuits
-Trips in the dark to the basement
-Dusty dirty basement
-Old house wall issues
It’s done now and the end result is marvelous. Here’s hoping that something like this doesn’t happen again for a very, very long time.
Hubby’s newly organized closet
The newly organized section of my closet. Yes, that is a poster of Gerard Butler as Leonidas in the movie, ‘300’. If you have to ask, I don’t think we can be friends.