In an attempt to put the Therapy back in Renovation Therapy…we’ve been working on a few projects. Even pulled out the much-loved staple gun and a bolt of fabric from Calico Corners. All this activity is helping to cut down on the incessant cursing I’ve been doing to God or whomever the higher entity is that takes things we love away. [personal to God/Whomever: I still think you suck it.]
First we took all the clothes out of the closet (my side anyway…) and made piles of keep/donate/crappy clothes to do yard work in, etc. Then I took out 2 of the floating shelves and upholstered them in a shiny/slippery fabric (so the clothes won’t drag on them) to get a bit more color in there. Much better than the raw wood/craft paper look that was in there.
I also went batschidt and color coded my hanging clothes…note reds & pinks, cream/whites, patterns, greens and then lots of black/brown and finally blues. Dork. Batschidt Dork.
Lastly, I gave my handbags a little more space. I took the Vuitton out of the sleeping bag (the closet isn’t dusty…) and stowed all my small handbags/clutches inside it. I ended up with an entire Longchamp section in the back – love those bags.
I need to find a nicer/better way to store my scarves, that plastic bin is a bit sad – I have tons of scarves. Love them!
In other news, in between losing our minds over the loss of Tal, we’ve started a list of bad names for cats. Some are misspelled on porpoise. The Vets office tends to YELL the pets name rather than your name/last name when they are ready for you. We thought Snots would be particularly fun in that situation. Snots! Snots! Is Snots here? We also felt that names of guests on the Maury Povich show would automatically qualify for the list.
OK, back to cursing God…I mean finishing the closet…