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June 07, 2008
Back on Track, Perhaps
Feeling much better about things in general, thanks to my wonderful David.
This was my office on Thursday, and also a metaphor for my life.
On Friday, a friend gave me some more art supplies. A milk crate full, so it got even worse before it got better. Don't get me wrong, though, it's still a mess. It's just less so as of this evening.
I have been wanting to fix/organize my craft closet for, well, ever since we moved into this house. Look at the huge space there between the shelves. That's room I could be using to store supplies, and I could put the wire shelf space to better use as well, if there weren't issues with things falling between the wires. Making the changes has just not been a priority, given the schedules we tend to keep. But this week, I got a wild hair and decided I would actually fix it. How hard could it be, I thought, to replace the stupid wire shelf with some real shelving and add another couple of shelves while I'm at it?
Plenty hard, it turns out.
I have complained about the people who lived here previously many times. Today was another opportunity to do so, though not all of the issues with the craft closet could be laid on their shoulders. (I hold them fully responsible for the uselesness of the shelving, however. And the stupid choices they made when hanging it.) The people who built the house share some of the blame this time around. For putting the studs in 20" apart, and not that consistently, either. Which made it really, really fun for Dave to hang the standards for the shelving.
I was going to do it, but it turns out I am an idiot, and couldn't figure out where the fuck the studs were. I was knocking away on the wall and not remotely able to figure out which areas seemed more solid. Dave--who believes it's both his job and his privilege to take care of me, bless him--took over and did the whole installation. Once he was done with that, he replaced the doorknob and deadbolt on the back door, because the knob came off in my hand this afternoon. (Seriously. I tried to open the door and ended up having to go out the front and around the house to get a screwdriver out of the garage because the handle broke off so badly. It was not a good afternoon.)
While Dave was fixing the door, I put my closet back together. This is the first incarnation of the New Closet Order:
Notice the space for cats. Already in use, even. She was very pleased to be the inaugural closet napper.
I was so pleased to get stuff out of the way that I decided to reorganize the closet again. It still wasn't being used to its full potential. So I removed the pieces I'm planning to work on this week and loaded up the shelf with other stuff. And then I found some more things to put away. And some more things. And some more...
And here's what the closet looks like now.
Mind you, there are still plenty of things that need sorting and putting away. The top of my desk is now completely invisible. My bookshelves are still insanely out of control, and the filing is just, well, not. I'd also like to label all of the containers so that I can tell what's inside of them without having to open each one to find what I'm looking for. Still, my office is a damn sight better than it was three days ago. And that makes me feel like I can tackle something else tomorrow.
Posted by sally at June 7, 2008 10:00 PM
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