Sometimes, my insanity is so overwhelming that I realize I am thisclose to being locked in a padded room. M and I have had separate closets for awhile, and I made the mistake of buying hangers that didn't match. His are a cherry-ish wood, and mine are blond. Now that we're in the same closet, it's making me a little crazy. Add to that the fact that I need some more skirt/pant hangers, and, "whoa." You see, I'd just buy more to match his and move mine to the coat closet (as I have way fewer hangers than he), but his are from Linens N Things, which is pseudo-out-of-business. You can't get the stupid things anymore.
I know I need to get over it. I know that buying something like a hundred new hangers isn't a viable option, but I'll tell you, it's crossed my mind.
Like I said, stop the insanity. I think they make a pill for that.
4 comments:
Hahaha - oh my god! I think we need some deep breaths and a little perspective :) I love you for just putting your crazy out there though - makes me respect you even more :)
I think the real insanity is that you've gone from two closets to one. That's a huge sacrifice. I can't imagine sharing a closet with B now that we have our own!
I'd freak out if we had to share a closet. By myself I take up a rather large closet, while T has this crummy little one that's shoved in a corner of our room with a sloping roof, so it's no good for dresses, anyway.
You don't want to see the array of hangers in my closet. You'd have a major "Mommie Dearest" moment.
Paint em'.
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