It’s finally time, m’dears, to reacquaint you with a little project of mine. Read the rest of this gem…
I don’t know if you remember, but approximately eight-and-a-half billion years ago, I started a project. Read the rest of this gem…
(No, the flange is not attached to the attic access panel.)
(Most accurate wall color representation above.)
I made it myself.
Okay. To those of you thinking of building yourselves a closet organizer made of plumbing pipes, because people do that all of the time, I have one piece of advice for you:
It’s only 8:30 in the morning, and already I’ve used up my math cache for the entire week.
Yep. See, I only have a limited cache of math skills. It’s so limited, in fact, that I’m forced to dole out math-related problem solving brain cells in carefully regimented quantities throughout the week so that I don’t run out before they have a chance to replenish.
And this project is using them all.
Even if you’re great at math, I would still not advise you to take on this project, unless you want Home Depot employees to run screaming for the exits every time you enter the store out of fear that you ask one of them to spend 2 hours — two hours! — custom cutting and threading galvanized pipe to your specifications in order to save a little moolah.
Obviously, I’m not above that.
And I’m going back today.
I probably shouldn’t publicly warn them on the internet.
Because I’m sure they read this blog, just to see if the crazy woman with graph paper and an extensive plumbing fitting vocabulary plans on coming back.
That’s right — due to my extensive research, I can talk flanges and elbows and tee fittings and nipples with the best of ’em.
I can even say “nipples” to a male Home Depot employee named Kelly without cracking a smile.
I’m that good.
Unless you have beyond stellar math and 3-dimensional planning skills and an extensive knowledge of pipe fittings and absolutely no fear of possible retaliation from disgruntled Home Depot employees, you probably don’t want to make a closet organizer from plumbing pipes.
But if you do, I’ll have the instructions for you eventually.
Unless the HD peeps slash my tires and start sending threats to my family.
Wish me luck.
Okay, I have yesterday’s promised closet makeover pictures for you. I apologize that this is pretty anticlimactic because, while I’m thrilled with the new sense of peace and organization this brings me, in the end, it’s still just a closet.
Except now it’s clean and painted and oh yeah there’s no taffy stuck to the inside wall covered with scotch tape.
All of the scratches and general dinginess have been smoothed out and painted over. Justin hung the new shelf using some old 2×4’s we had in the garage, and I primed and painted them to match the shelf.
The really inexpensive hangars are from Bed, Bath and Beyond:
And both types of bronze hooks are from Target:
By hanging the hooks, taking out a few of the winter coats (umm, Katie? Do you really need 4 winter coats hanging in a main hall closet in North Carolina for 4 years?), digging out some storage baskets I had hiding in another closet, and throwing out some of the junk, I was actually able to fit more stuff in here.
The dog leashes and car harnesses came in from the garage, Justin’s baseball hats finally came down from the top of the television in the bedroom, and everything is now much more accessible.
We can even still fit the vacuum in there, and we have some extra space for guest coats. Apparently people appreciate that as opposed to flinging them over the back of a dog-hair covered sofa.
In the end, it really was worth the hassle.
Even though it might not look much different to you, cleaning out this closet helped clean me out a little, too.
Not in a literal enema sort of way, but in a figurative mind clutter sort of way.
Getting rid of crap you don’t need – both physically and mentally – is therapeutic.
Who knew you could get so much from a tiny little closet?
I can’t wait to see what happens when I move on to the walk-in…