For the second day in a row I have hung a pair of shelves. For the second day in a row I’m pretty convinced they will soon be falling onto my head.
I’m not very good at hanging shelves.
For the second day in a row I have hung a pair of shelves. For the second day in a row I’m pretty convinced they will soon be falling onto my head.
I’m not very good at hanging shelves.
It’s smaller than we expected, but it definitely organizized the place. Some of the stuff on top is still destined for other locations, but for now it’s aces.
My closet was a jam packed nightmare of jam packedness.
The shelf is coming out, and this is why:

I stripped the screws so bad that they are never coming out, and in some cases they are never going the rest of the way in. Oops.
Guess which member of our household is most displeased with the upheaval, not to mention the 1980’s Rush blaring from the bedroom.


This guy was a dick. Also, why did they ship two of them? Oh, Amazon.

Aww, ain’t it cute? No clue what’s going in it, but that’s above my pay grade. The smart spouse in this house will figure that out.

Take that, chaotic disorganization!
The first project this weekend is Jen’s closet. She pulled everything out and I took down the shelves. More to come.


Patches wonders if we are three months early for spring cleaning or nine months late.
