I've never cared much about shopping or clothes. Or at least that's how I thought of myself. I got rid of most of my professional garb when we moved here. But now that I've been living with the same small wardrobe, piled on two shelves of a bookcase, with the rest stuffed into bags in the pantry, I'm very excited at the prospect of a closet. Here are two, a his and hers, from the bathroom end:
And from the bedroom end:
And some boxes for the overflow:
El sr J has started to move his stuff in, but I'm not moving anything until the cutting of tile in the front room is finished. Here's hoping that's tomorrow.
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