 |
| Sure is a poor use of space! |
 |
| Hot Messville. |
And since- as it turns out- babies are expensive, our budget was limited for this closet project. Thankfully, The Container Store was having an Elfa sale. (I swear I’m not getting paid by The Container Store or Elfa or People Who Hate Bad Design.) And the kind folks at The Container Store promised me that this whole shebang could be done in a cinch.
WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT, I said to myself. And to P.J. And to the girls.
So I stripped everything out of the closet and got to work. (Because P.J.’s agreement to “take care of it” sounded way too vague and in the future.)
 |
| Not a bad space, size-wise. But good Lord, is it scufftacular. |
Turns out, there was a bizarre trim around the center of the closet (mid-board? Non-ornate wainscoting?) that needed to be pried off.
 |
| Yes, I’m aware that I make the weirdest faces in the whole world. |
And honestly? That was the hardest part. Clearing out my own junk. Because the framing went up in under ten minutes.
 |
| Why yes, I should have painted. But I’m pregnant. And lazy. |
 |
| Pro tip: “Leveling” means nothing if the “house” and “floor” aren’t “level.” |
And once the framing went in, the shelves snapped into place like Whoa. And I organized two little girls’ impressive collection of tunics, jumpers, and tutus into one smallish and extremely organized space.
 |
| Why yes, they are better dressed than I am. |
And obviously they’re gonna keep this space immaculate.
Because I’ve just put everything within arm’s reach.
Dammit.
Speak Your Mind