We just can't stop messing with the closets.

This time I remembered to take a before photo.

It wasn't horrible, but the shelves were so deep we hadn't seen some of the items on the top shelf in two years and kept buying the same cleaning products over and over again.

 

A hodge-podge of extra supplies and who-knows-what.

I can't believe all this stuff was on the top and bottom shelves. Doesn't that seem impossible? But it was.

 

I put the towels in the piles they would go back into the shelves so I could, like, measure them and stuff.

Here's what the closet looked like with the shelves pulled out.

 

The shelves were two of these deep each. No wonder we couldn't ever reach anything.

 

Somebody Little reapportioned the boards for mixed media projects that I've assured her she can sell for great profit.

 

This time we used a different brand of shelves, but it was the same basic idea: Buy them as long as you can and cut them with bolt cutters down to size. This shelving is expensive (at least to me), and it's cheaper if you buy it longer and cut it down than buy the right size.

The stripes on the wall (which we still totally installed over without painting) represent the old shelves. I actually measured the piles of towels and stuff so the shelves would be based on what we were going to put on them rather than the other way around. We ended up with one fewer shelf as a result.

Beloved's idea to install mini shelves on the sides (note the feather duster at convenient Little Angel level) worked out great because the new shelves were at least five inches shallower than the old ones.

 

I did manage to get everything back into the closet without eliminating anything, even though the shelves are so much shallower. We weren't actually using the back five or so inches of each shelf because it was too hard to reach.

I can't figure out why every closet in our house is so deep. You can kind of see what I'm talking about from this photo. That white drawer thing is about two feet deep. I could stand inside this closet and brace myself against the back wall with my leg half-extended.

It'll be a lot easier now to tell the babysitter or the grandparents that all of the little angel's medicines are "in the linen closet on the second shelf on the door" rather than "buried eighteen bottles deep and maybe lost forever." Also, that rod at the top was my idea. I found it in the back of the old closet. I used it to hang the most frequently used cleaning products, and yes, I am fucking proud of that idea. Ahem.

 

We decided to celebrate by inviting over the neighbor girl and painting their faces with what was supposed to be glow-in-the-dark face paint. Those face-paint people are LYING LIARS FROM LIARSVILLE. It so doesn't glow. I even shown flashlights in their faces for a while to charge it up.

 

A young fairy off to save the world from evildoers.

 

This outfit was totally styled by the little angel herself, including the wings and the Home Depot apron. And the matching socks.

And so, another Sunday wrapped up at Chateau Travolta. Only 1,000 home improvement projects left to go.