I cannot believe how excited I am about this change I've made.
Seriously, I walk past it several times a day, open the door, and just stare.
Before I show you the disaster-catastrophe that was this space (why am I showing you the "before"?? Why?), I must share a few things, first.
First-- I have this closet - - and I wanted a little a this:
which leads me to the question: Can anyone really sew in a closet? Little projects, right?
Anyhow, I want this. Did you know I had a craft room for about 2.58907 seconds? It didn't work out because
1., it suddenly became the basement playroom and
2., like a dog, or a garbage can, my place is in the garage.
I'm a garage worker. And I've come to terms with that.
But I STILL want this craft space! And, dare I say it. . ..
I am going to FINALLY learn to sew.
Don't talk about me like I'm not here!
I'm going to wait for you to stop laughing.
Gah. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Behold this condemnable closet:
This is after I started cleaning it out. Oh, the shame. The horror.
Now, let me tell you a couple things about this little project. While I thought the husband would be overjoyed that this would be a better-utilized spot, he was actually more concerned that we would lose precious storage space. (Because we're using it soooo well so far?? It's time to clean this mess. Poop or get off the pot. Sheesh.)
So, I promised that it would still be very functional in storage.
Second? I am sooo sick of spending money. But that's a post for another time. I absolutely refuse to go out and drop serious dough on pretty organization thingys.
Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent.
Again, I shopped my own house. Bought absolutely nothing. Well, except for this:
which was in the dollar bins at Target and now holds all my wrapping paper. And we all know that Target dollar bin crap doesn't count. But that's it, I SWEAR!
Got all up in this closet, rearranged a few things, moved in and out and up and down the shelving--
Can I just say, that I wrapped a present in here the other day? I hate to wrap. But this, was a pleasure. A joy beyond measure. A blessing, of duty, and love.
Stole our awesomely sharp scissors that will now stay in here. (All our other hundred scissors can barely cut paper.) Those keys are what unlocks our food storage room. (Shhhhh. Don't tell my kids. Or their friends.)
Put in old, rolling drawers to house our crap.
There's no other description for this stuff but "crap". I guess I could have labeled it "crap we want to keep". That would be a tad more descriptive.
And? Here we are.
Totally functional for storage (thank you very much, Jeffro!), and now it's my little crapt room. Er space. Er teensy weensy closet thingy.