...can spoil the whole bunch.
Several years ago, when my son moved away from home, his bedroom quickly became the drop-it-get-it-out-of-the-way room. Anything we couldn't readily find a place for, found a place in that room and quickly the closet was overflowing along with several bookshelves and cupboards. You get the picture, I know you do.
I kindly told my husband that if he cleaned up the room he could have it as his own. His sort of 'man' room, where he could watch t.v., have a nice desk, read...whatever.
I waited, and waited and waited, and years passed and the room grew wearier.
A couple of years ago I claimed it as my own and began sorting through all the wonderful thrift shop finds, old clothes, the stuff the kids left behind when they moved out, etc. I cleaned the bookshelves and organized crafting projects and boxed up everything that needed to be saved and quickly moved it into the closet in my daughter's old room. Last summer, for my B-day, the hubs gave me a closet organizer. I had decided to move my clothes out of our shared closet and into my own. And since blogger won't let me upload any pics you will have to take my word for it...I loved it! It is the type with shelves down the middle, a two-tiered hanging section on one side and then a one-tiered (?) hanging section on the other side of the shelves. I filled that baby up real quick.
Yesterday, I decided that I wanted to organize the clothes according to color, rather than long-sleeve, short-sleeve, tank-top...now... it is a beautiful sight. White, black, grey, orange (what the heck?), blue, green. Then on the bottom rack are all of my blouses. And dresses, long tops are on the other side. In the middle, on the shelves, I put pull-out baskets. (again, no pics) I couldn't wait to put my hands on my hips and show the hubs all my lovely work.
Before I go any further I have a confession...I have an inherited condition that causes me to buy shirts. Not t-shirts, or blouses, but, shirts. They are nice, easy to care for, can be worn anywhere and with most any type of pant or skirt. I cannot control this desire, there is no medication or cure...I must have them...many, many, of them. Close to 80 in fact, not including vests, sweaters, or sweatshirts....it's a sickness I tell you with all my heart!
So here we have this beautiful, stuffed, but color coordinated closet and I am showing it off to the hubs and the dog (who seems mildly interested for some reason) when all of a sudden a gigantic-huge-very large-extremely creepy-spider comes walking out. You all know that I can deal with a lot of things but spiders creep me out, ESPECIALLY when they are in my closet, living lives and having families in. my. clothes....I am going to be sick....I have a thousand questions...
I may have just found a cure for my shirt disease...
how was your weekend?