Saturday, February 9, 2008
Renovation Dreams
One day a while back, Phollower, Zoe, BP, and I were all sitting around talking about how I could get a larger master bathroom. The master bathroom in our house just has a shower, no tub. I want a tub, a jacuzzi tub, to be more specific. Our bedroom closet shares a wall with the bathroom. And at that time, there were high shelves in the closet (above my 5'3" head) and then the hanging rack under them. None of the other space was useful. Since the space in front of the hanging rack was open and not being used, I was thinking we could move the hanging rack forward, take out the shelves, move the back wall forward and make more room in the bathroom. At the time, I recall saying something like, "We don't even use those shelves for anything." Phollower looked at me agast and said "except all of my clothes." This just cracked BP and Zoe up. In the same vein, one day I was complaining about lack of drawer space. We have two dressers in the bedroom, not huge ones, but ok ones. I asked Phollower if I could have some space from his drawers. He was a bit aggravated at this request. After he reminded me that heonly has one drawer, actually a 1/2 drawer, in the bedroom, I understood. I use the rest of the drawers in the 2 dressers we have. As you can imagine, this brought peals of laughter from Zoe and BP. In fact, even the mention of either of these two incident results in lots of laughter. They think it is a good thing I am married to a man and not a woman. Needless to say, the bathroom is still small. But we have installed new closet equipment and racks so the whole closet is useful and there is more "Sylvia-reachable" shelves.
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I'm doing something wrong, my husband has more drawers than me.
I think my clothes also occupy more space than my wife's (especially if you count sports gear). But that's partly because I have so many things I won't (or can't) wear anymore but won't toss...
My husband has t-shirts that he won't wear, but cannot throw out. These are the t-shirts that you can see through because they are threadbare and have holes in them. But he loves them because "that's the shirt I wore when we built the house."
I'm not even kidding you, he's never yelled at me (he doesn't yell, doesn't get mad), but the mention of throwing out his t-shirts, and his eyes glow red.
Strange man.
I need fewer drawers because I go commando, remember? Or maybe I go commando because I don't have anywhere to put my undies. You decide.
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