Closets of DOOM

My dear mother, Shirley, asked me to show you all my closet.  I am convinced that she took a peek in my son's closet and just wants to expose my messy side to you all.  Well, I promised I would show so here it goes.

When we moved into this house our bedroom closet about about the size of a postage stamp.  We had to put a clothing rack in the hallway to store all our clothes.  So as we renovated we decided to turn this little tiny useless room into a walk-in closet by cutting a doorway through the adjoining wall.  I am not sure what you would use such a small room for.  I doubt it would have been big enough for a twin size bed even.   Funny how when you get a giant closet you still don't have enough space for everything.  (That giant birthday gift back on the floor has my new (used sewing machine in it.)

So here it is the messiest space in our house under my control.  I say under my control because the back room and sheds under my husband's control are way, way more of a mess.  They are so much of a mess that I just avoid them entirely whenever possible.  It is a good think that Ian hasn't learned to open doors yet or I would have to try to organize this closet.  It is the total space that use to be two closets, one for each bedroom, if that gives you any idea how SMALL those closets were before we renovated.  How did the people who lived here before get by?  Seriously!

Note that my son's closet is overrun with a huge section of some of my husbands giant hockey jersey collection. The space to the right is full of stuff I have taken away from Ian (like the plastic chair he used to beat his jack in the box up and the tent and tunnel that take up most of my house when they are put up) and our stock pile of diapers.  The top shelf is a disgrace to everything I stand for. I just toss stuff up there because I am too lazy to drag a chair back so I can reach to organize is the "right" way.

Now that I have shown you my mess I shall go and hang the shame curtains now.