When is a closet not a closet? When it doesn’t serve it’s purpose. Example: the coat closet in the foyer of my cottage. Take a look at the state of this sad little stall just a few months ago. In all my haste to get moving on this project (and then leave it sit for a month because that’s how I do) I pulled out two shelves before I thought to take the before photos and I could not get them back in! So use your imagination and pretend there are four shelves in the photo above. Does this make any sense? To anyone?
For the sake of sweet Grace, and my knees and hips, I moved from my third floor walk-up to the burbs. The pooch can stretch and frolic, and my [gracefully] aging joints will carry me another day. This is my 24th move, and I am so over it! As much as I loathe the packing, the physical labor, and the aftermath of moving, I love my new home! We now have more space, a first-floor master (read: I never have to move again), and more importantly, a yard in which Little Miss can run free. Do I miss the old place? Youbetcha! [said in my best Yooper accent