When Your Closet Shelves Fall Off The Wall, It’s Probably A Sign That You Have Too Much Stuff…
Early this week, at the very beginning of a long, (atypical for my new job) 7 day work stretch, I had a little closet disaster. I had gotten dressed and was at the computer checking email and heard a crash from the other side of the house. John and I rushed to investigate, and found this.
I stood there stunned for a minute, then burst into tears. Fortunately I was already dressed for work, since my underwear basket is at the very back of that mess. After we did a pet head-count to make sure nobody was lost under there, John sent me off to work with assurances that he would figure something out, and he did, of course, being the swell sweetheart that he is. I did figure it was time to dredge out the stuff I don’t ever wear or use. After working at it half-heartedly in bits and pieces, I waded into it in earnest yesterday and finished it up.
Here’s what’s going to the local domestic violence shelter:
Not Lewey, of course, he’s staying here. That’s probably about a hundred pounds of clothing, which is likely why the metal brackets on the shelves finally failed. Here’s what’s left.
The last photo shows the ingenious temporary “closet” that John rigged up, with the help of Randy, the guy that’s done all the remodeling work on this Halloween fun house that is the place we live in.
And yes, those are suitcases sitting there. Today is my birthday, and my sweetie has surprised me with two nights up north in the big city, here. We even have dinner reservations for a swanky French restaurant. And fortunately, I can get to my clothes so I have something to wear! Later, I’m off to pack!