OK, so I was going to write this whole post about the awesomeness of my new closet, and then I was all, "Really? This is what your life has come to? Rhapsodizing about a closet?"And then I got totally depressed, but then I ate some Reese's cups and gave myself a good talking-to and yes, this is what my life has come to. I love my new closet.
Because I don't know if you've ever lived somewhere alone with lots of closets and gotten totally closet spoiled and then moved in with someone else and had to squeeze your whole life into one and a half of his closets? Which made you kind of bitter, but you set it aside because you were still in the throes of new love plus huge relief about not dying alone?
And then you moved into an old Victorian house with huge rooms and pretty much no closets, which meant you were forced to pile your stuff on the floor, much to the chagrin of your tidy husband? And also you wore the same three things all the time for work because you didn't have access to your hanging clothes?
And then after a year and a half you just decided that enough was enough, and you finally convinced your husband that Ikea was the solution? And then he put it together for you?If you haven't, let me tell you: this closet has changed my life.
And lo! there was much rejoicing, because look! the process of hanging and away-putting, it has begun!