Travels With Miranda

I finally decided to go to my mother with my wardrobe woes. She designed my wonderful study and thinks nothing like me, so I figured that she was sure to come up with a solution for me. I was right. She said: “Can’t you raise the rod?”

There was no rod to speak of, just an annoying wire shelf with space underneath to hang clothes:

As you can see, the hangers had only narrow spaces to hang out and I couldn’t freely move the clothes. My picture of the other side didn’t turn out, but take my word for it when I say that the bottom of all my long skirts and coat were scrunched up.

Twenty minutes after replying that she was a genius, I was at the nearest Home Depot. In fact, I was at Home Depot before I even realised that I actually knew where the nearest Home Depot is as well as the shortest route to it, even though I haven’t been there yet. I must have subconsciously filed away this information!

Much cursing later (have you ever tried to install something while screwing with one hand and holding said something up with the other?):

Filling all those lovely plastic containers is going to be my next step. I’m going to pretty much transfer the contents of the Ikea boxes I had on the shelf into these stackable and easy to manipulate containers. I got a big box of 12 containers and I can fit in 10 on one side and 2 on the other, perfectly filling up all the space and freeing up the drawer underneath the wardrobe for jeans and sweaters.

It’s still not perfect and I still hate those sliding doors and I can’t wait for winter to be over so I can pull half the stuff out of the closet and put it back in storage, but it’s better!

Why have I been obsessing over the wardrobe? First of all, I’m about to start work again and I hate ironing, so I need to make my wardrobe as wrinkleproof as possible. Second, getting dressed is starting to be a repeat of the evening of September 2nd.