No, not waterboarding. Or snowboarding. This is whiteboarding and the reason it looks so sloppy is because I did it with my finger on my iPhone screen using a little whiteboarding app.

I am about to engineer a small bit of home improvement and this little whiteboard shows the dimensions I am working with. The Blue and Only Bathroom is not a big, fancy bathroom but it is big enough for us, I guess. There is a tub, a sink, and the Blue and Only Toilet. There is enough room that a medium-sized person can actually manage to get dressed without bumping into things or dropping their sweater into the Blue and Only Toilet. There is also a linen closet. At the moment it is overloaded and overdue for a good cleaning out and sorting and getting rid of things.

On the floor of the linen closet is *my* closet. Not the closet where I keep all the crap that I somehow manage to pass off as business casual for my job. This is my Real Closet. It has a couple of nightgowns in it and many pairs of underwear and other items that change and morph a bit with whatever I need to walk, depending upon the season. Socks, tights, shorts, tank tops, tshirts, turtlenecks, leggings, polartech vest/jacket, whatever. Layer up, layer down. This stuff is stored in a big dish pan. I keep it there because, for probably more than half the year, I get dressed in the dark, while the GG is still getting his beauty sleep. This system is better than groping around through dresser drawers at 0-dark-30 in the morning, trying to find exactly the right articles of clothing to put together to create the right layered (or not) outfit that I need to take my morning walk.

It’s not a perfect system. Depending on who has “folded” (if you want to call it that) the last load of laundry, my stuff doesn’t always get put into my Real Closet. It might be on the bookshelf in the “master bedroom” (if you want to call it that) or maybe even on the floor somewhere in there. I wish I could blame the GG for this but all too often, I am the culprit. This leaves me scrambling around in the dark “master bedroom” trying to find stuff by touch without waking up the GG. My system has been failing more often than ever this year and I got to the end of my rope when I couldn’t find one of my Smartwool socks the other day. I only have three pairs of those socks and I’ve been wearing them to work. Yes, they are biz-cazable. I proclaim that. They are expensive and I was ticked off to say the least. This afternoon I dragged the dish pan outta there and took it into my bedroom and sorted out the whole tangle of clothes. I found the missing sock nestled up to a pair of underwear. (Note to self: get a bunch more pairs of Smartwool socks when you visit the Commander next weekend.)

And then I grabbed a tape measure and figured out the dimensions of that space and put them into my iPhone. I am going to replace my stupid dishpan clothes closet with some sort of small shelving unit. Heck, I may even have something around here that’ll work already. It seems like I used to buy plastic shelving stuff with wild abandon many years ago. Hope I haven’t pitched it all.

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