Now it's one thing to share your condo/house with a roommate. Their stuff stays in their room (for the most part...) and you still have all of your room. I was used to sharing my house with a roommate. But marriage is a whole 'nother ball game.
An in-your-face-getting-all-personal-sacrifice-half-your-space ball game.
This was the Kyoo closet pre-marriage. Happily stuffed with all things Kyoo. Or maybe, bursting at the seams with all things Kyoo. But so organized and perfectly tailored to fit all my garment-storage needs!
How I was going to share that closet with the Gregman was the problem fueling a steady idea-churn, beginning moments after his proposal and still continuing today.
This was our closet for the first couple weeks of marriage. And the couch. Lots of clothes piled on the couch.
I would get out of bed for the morning trek to the bathroom and soon discover a dozen hangers clinging to my ankles.
It was awesome. Eye roll.
Enter the IKEA dresser. Growing out of a pile of Styrofoam and picture instructions, it became the solution for more clothes storage. The solution until I went to put all the drawers in. They were so off-set they bumped into each other and a few wouldn't even close!
I was so off-put. My dresser! My organization dreams! My clear path to the bathroom! Ended!! I crumbled onto the floor in a defeated pile trying to decide what to do. I couldn't return the dresser. And nobody wants a dresser with messed up drawers. And I didn't want a dresser with messed up drawers. I couldn't even close 3 of them! Out a hundred dollars and stuck.
That's when I started my dresser stare down from the floor. And it stared back. And then I realized the bottom drawer was suspiciously lopsided....
...it's amazing how smoothly those drawers run when they're inserted into their tracks correctly.
That problem solved, we installed a bunch of shoe shelves in place of a corner-shelf I'd had in the closet to give our shoes a permanent home.
And then we began the massive clothes sort. The "have you worn this in the past six months and does it still fit?" sort. Which eventually, after a few passionate defenses for sentimental items, whittled our clothes down to an appropriate size for a shared closet.
Just look at that. Boy clothes in
It was a highly collaborative process and I feel like we've accomplished our first real milestone as a married couple. We're sharing what used to be just my closet!
The only real tragedy was that all of the Gregsocks mysteriously disappeared. And by mysteriously disappeared I mean I threw them all out. And forgot to tell him.
But socks shouldn't feel like sandpaper!
It was time for new socks.
Have a great day :-)
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