After the pantry, the Master Closet was the next priority project. We had a plan all drawn up and ready so the hubs just started cutting and installing. Unfortunately, he was transferred to an overnight shift just before the move, so this drastically affected how much he could get done in a day. That meant that the ladders and tools that had cluttered the kitchen for the first few days post move, now resided in our bedroom and closet for approximately a week.
For those of you who know me personally, you’ll understand that just thinking about that makes me itch because I can’t stand clutter in any sense. Finding an outfit for work from the wardrobe boxes each morning was wearing thin and I still hadn’t found my office shoes, jewelry or purses. Although I was trying to keep my side of the room as organized as possible, the hubs had gone the ‘man route’ and had stuff everywhere and anywhere. I involuntarily twitched every time I walked past his side of the bed.
About the time he’d gotten my side of the closet almost finished, I found the box with my shoes and purses. I pulled out a few pairs of heels to get me through the upcoming days and put them along the wall in the closet, because well, that’s where shoes belong. I knew he would be cutting a hole in the wall to flush mount my full length mirror jewelry cabinet soon, so I held off unpacking my wardrobe and spent a half hour covering all of my shoes to protect them from the dust that would be created. Apparently I didn’t do a good enough job, because I came home to this the next day.
He’d realized that my shoes had gotten dust on them, so he thought the best option was to move them into the bathroom away from the dust. So there they were, on my bathroom counter. Who knows what germs those beauties held on their soles, which were now on my counter! When I noticed there were also Sasquatch sized “dust” foot prints on the bathroom rug, I asked if Big Foot had broken in to try on my shoes while I was at work!
I began cleaning shoes individually, which resulted in pockets of saw dust being spilled out of the inside of each all over the floor. It was at this point that I pitched a full on fit, which the hubs believed was fully directed at him and his efforts to install the closet. Many huffs and puffs from both of us and a long talk later, I was able to explain that it was the feeling of living and unpacking “in construction” that had me irritated rather than him.
We set a deadline to get the closet done and tidied up what we could for the time being. Luckily, he finished up a few days later and I was finally able to unpack all of my clothing and organize everything in the new space.
The ottoman under the mirror holds the laundry bags I use for dedicates and at-home dry cleaning, but it also makes for a great spot to sit in the mornings and put on my socks or nylons. You might have noticed the trim molding on our access panel is missing. The builder’s foreman said he moved the panel a few times and it “just fell off.” Sure… whatever, it’s a moot point now. I’ll eventually get a rug to cover the panel anyway so it’s not a huge deal, and it worked out because that’s right where the laundry baskets sit so it would have actually been in the way. I also still need to add the crown molding shelves to hold all my heels, but that will come in time. For now they can live lined up against the wall.
Overall it’s just what I envisioned. There’s a spot for everything and there’s still room to grow! Which most women would probably agree is worth the week or two of stress involved to get to say that. 🙂