closet overhaul y'all

On a seemingly normal Thursay afteroon, the organizational insruments in my closet became so heavy laden with sequins and stripes, that the screws which held them to the wall decided they were too great a burden to bear and parted ways for good. AKA I have so much #$%! in my closet that my clothing racks crashed on the floor while I wasn't even home. And I may or may not have found my black Lab totally unphased, still sleeping underneath all of it when I made the discovery. I'm not gonna lie, I was excited to see this disaster, because it meant one thing and one thing only! Well, actually it didn't mean anything aside from ..shit happens, but I was thinking more along the lines of MAKEOVER! Yayayayayay. Think: Clueless with a cast of me as Cher and my closet as Ty. Minus the curly red hair and Brooklyn accent.

Okay so,  Step #1: Call husband and explain that shit has hit the fan! Or in this case, the floor.

Step #2: Laugh hysterically when he says, "just pick it up." Then tell him to start Googling "chevron."

Step #3: Make a big a$$ mess and throw every forseeable article of clothing on your bed.

Step #4: Ask that sweet little prince to measure, plot, and tape off a makeshift Missoni print.

Step #5: Spend the better part of a weekend, priming and painting pink zig zags.

Step #6: Gauge what types, lengths, and categories of clothing will fit where, and brainstorm wall decor.

Step #7: Bang your head against a wall and ask God why you thought you could pull something like this off in a 48 hour window.

Step #8: umm, I'll let you know when I get there....
This is where I'm at right now, much more to be done. I see crossed fingers and more head on wall banging in my future. Stay tuned!

"Fascination is one step beyong interest. Interested people want to know if it works. Fascinated people want to know how it works." - Jim Rohn