Pesky Real Life

You know what I’ve learned…it’s damn near impossible to take a good picture of one’s closet.  At least my closet.  Possibly you can take good pictures of your closet.  Your closet is likely painted, maybe with some sort of decorative painting technique (but a pretty one, not one of the scary 80s ones).  You probably have an area rug and a picture hung on the wall and some sort of charming lamp. Possibly even some sort of lovely tiny chair to sit on while pondering your perfectly-coordinated wardrobe.

I? I have an old closet.  My house was built in 1920 and while I love it dearly, closet technology has come a long way in the last 90 years.  I more or less consider myself lucky to have a closet in my office.  It’s even a fairly good-sized closet.  It is, however, long and skinny.  It’s about 3 feet deep and 9 feet long.  But don’t get too excited, because it’s tucked up under the eaves of the house so the back 6 feet or so have a sloping ceiling.  And the light?  The light your classic bare-bulb-with-pull-chain deal featured in every horror movie basement ever.

So last weekend, I decided I really really wanted to get our printer (our giant noisy heavy printer) out of the basement and into my office.  I’m in the stage of the book where I spend a lot of time pouring over pieces of paper looking for commas and capitalization and extra spaces.  This means I am killing a lot of trees (yes, I know you can do a lot on the screen, but eventually I need to see it on paper…sorry trees).  The printer is not allowed to be out in public in my office (doesn’t jibe with the Victorian library/Turkish bordello vibe I want in here), so it had to go in the closet.

That required some…shifting.

Now, if I lived in a magazine, a perfectly-coiffed genie would have appeared out of nowhere and magically transformed my closet into a shining jewel box lined with shelves and drawers and full of matching buckets and bins.  The walls would be a lovely pearly gray, there would be a cushy sheepskin rug on the floor, and the whole thing would glow from the artfully hidden lighting. It would be easy to photograph.

I don’t live in a magazine, and so I went to Lowes and bought some wire shelving.  Then I dragged EVERYTHING out of the closet, threw half of it away (always a good idea).  Then I crammed it all back in.  Then I wanted to tell you about it (it is the yarn/craft closet after all).  But now I realize this post is way too long already so the pictures and stuff will have to wait till next time.