Closets, Hubs, and Complete Randomness

The Hubs has this theory about bed space. He thinks that since he's twice my size, he gets twice the space. That leaves me with one third of a queen size mattress. No biggie, I don't mind sleeping in fetal position on the very edge of the bed. It's not that far to the floor if I fall. But don't worry. He only gets one third of the closet, and by one third, I mean not even close to one third. Ha! Take that, Jeremy! (I know. It's not the same. And I can guarantee, he's never even thought twice about the inequality of the closet. Oh well.)

Anyway, I finally convinced Mr. Mattress Nazi to clean out his part of the closet. And then, I made him help me clean out my side. I would hold up an item of clothing that I was thinking of getting rid of, and so many times, he said, "Yeah. I've never really liked that." I was absolutely shocked. Ok, so I've worn these things how many times, and each time you've hated my outfit? Good to know. It was quite the learning experience for me, but I have to say, I love his honesty.  We all know that when I don't like his outfits, I don't wait two years to tell him.

So...I know. I was a little bit all over the place with this post. I do that sometimes, but in case you're wondering, the moral of this story is this: We need a bigger bed, and a bigger closet. And, of course, more clothes and shoes, but that's a given. Oh, and I really love these closets and wish they were mine. That's all. 

image from CJ Laing

image from Closet Couture

image from Better Homes & Gardens