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coming into the closet

so this is a picture of shannon's closet. i only dare post such a picture because she happens to currently be on her best behavior. in fact, she is on such good behavior, that you probably didn't even need me to tell you that it is a picture of a closet. this is not "normal" in our house.

normally, if you were to venture into that part of our bedroom that gets loosely named "closet," you would think you were in a war-torn land, ravaged by bombs and evil violence. there would be women's garments and children's toys and old towels and random shoes strewn about the place. you would leave that place immediately, afraid either that a weapon of mess destruction (so clever) was about to be discovered, or that you would be swallowed up in a quicksand of clothing and hangers. either way, you would not call it a closet. minefield, maybe. but not closet.

but now you can call it a closet. you see, we are having a baby, so greg is losing his closet so that we can hang little miniature boy clothes in it. so shannon had to consolidate her closet to half its size, so that i could move in to the area. i mean, please realize that there are UN sanctions for this kind of thing. the situation is being monitered closely. surveillance and security. hidden cameras and sirens.

yeah, there is my half of the closet. for now, the area is spectacular. pristine. and, it's been two days! so this is a major accomplishment. but the time is coming, sayeth the author, when there will no longer be neatness and order; there will be an end to hangers actually being used and the ability to see the floor.

for now, though, please enjoy the closet. just don't get comfortable.

















Comments

Taryn said…
seriously a weapon of mess destruction... you have too much time on your hands. COME VISIT ME IN DC!! before you start having babies and such...
Mary said…
I honestly don't know how either of you could go through with that. i would have thought you would have pulled out your new chain saw to make a new closet before you actually took the plunge. good luck my brother....oh and be nice in the sharing.
greg. said…
taryn - i don't need time to come up with these masterful plays of words - they just come to me. i know, i know: its sheer genius. what can i say?

i would love to come visit you! i miss you!

greg.
greg. said…
mary:

well, it took sacrifice on both of our parts. but, we've shared before, so we figured we can do it again. i just may need aforementioned chain saw from time to time to even cross the threshold as towering piles of clothing will bar the entrance. if you see my walking around in just t-shirts and boxers, you will understand why (even if i can't access the closet, i can still get to my dresser. hey, maybe i should keep an emergency pair of pants in there 'just in case.'). alrighty then.

greg.
mego said…
You don't hear alot about coming into the close these days.

If I remember correctly you are the clothes horse of the family - true or not?

Also - I thought you were a neatnick? - at least I know the CD's were arranged alphabetically and not to be touched incorrectly - does the neatness not apply to the closet or is the messiness going to be a result of sharing with Shannon.
mego said…
closet not "close"
greg. said…
megan:

you are absolutely correct. i am neat. shannon, on the other hand...

...not so much. that is what i was trying to say.

greg.
Crafty P said…
hmmm, I've been in the closet lately, too. rearranging things. there's just so much stuff. too much stuff. luckily, I don't have to give up any of MY precious closet space.

sounds like a lot of nesting going around lately!
Emoly said…
I wish our closets were big enough to arrange and allow for a mess. Let me just remind you how lucky you are to have a closet with SPACE! They say every closet is a walk-in if you try hard enough, "they" are lying ("they" are real estate agents by the way). One of ours is definitely NOT big enough to stand in, let alone try to hang our pants in it. Yup, that's how our closets are seperated, not by his and hers, but by pants and shirts. Oh, to have a closet big enough to hang both in...
Emoly said…
And now, weeks after this was posted, I'm interested in a closet update? (I heard rumors) And I'm checking to see if anyone ever goes back to read old posts??? Hey, Greg, if you do, did you see Bill's comment on "what's in a name?"

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