The best place to solve my problems…

... is in the shower. Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but if I walk into the shower with a problem circulating in my head, I usually have an answer, or at least a direction on how to solve it by the time I’m done washing my hair. I’m not sure whether this is because by virtue of my being in the shower and having removed myself from the source of the problem I make myself open to new ideas instead of just coming back around to the same solutions (that didn’t work) – or the fact that it takes me a really long time to wash my hair and you could probably figure out how to solve world hunger in the time it takes me to get shampoo out of my curls.

In either case, this morning, for what must be the millionth time, Sam and I argued about discussed the lack of storage space in our house. We argued about discussed the fact that my only method of storing clothes is my dresser and that it doesn’t have enough space. We argued about discussed the fact that while our closet would probably be a better place, it is poorly designed and therefore does not fit the bill. We argued about discussed the fact that our closet is also being used as a medicine cabinet as well as a linen closet because our bathroom doesn’t actually have one. (See original discussion about house lacking storage space). We argued about discussed the fact that getting a different dresser wouldn’t necessarily fix the current problem – because unless we got something MASSIVE (and that would also look really out of place in the bedroom), I still wouldn’t have enough space.

Really this house amazes me. Somehow they managed to squeeze in 5 bedrooms in this little tiny house… but the storage space is lacking so severely – that if you really had enough people to FILL all 5 bedrooms… I honestly don’t know what you’d do.

In any case, the dilemma has existed for over 4 years. We have lived in this house longer than we have lived in any other single residence. Yet, we have never solved this problem. I still dig my clothes out of the plastic bins that we used to move here from Massachusetts, and these ugly plastic bins decorate our bedroom because I have no idea what else to do.

The problem went around and around in my head when I stepped into the shower today. And I came out with plan!!!! The closet is the answer. It needs to be completely gutted and redesigned – but that is how to fix the problem. We set up the closet a certain way, and certain things got stuck in my head, thinking that’s where they had to stay – but really there wasn’t any requirement to keep them that way.

So basically I need a wall unit with tons of drawers and shelves for my closet. I have everything spec’d out. I even went to IKEA thinking I’d be able to get what I’d need, but unfortunately, what they have is 3 inches too long and will bump into the closet door and not allow it to open or shut. So on Monday, I’ll need to call some other places and see what they can do. I hope that since I already have it designed, and measured and I know exactly what I want that it won’t be too expensive, but I guess we’ll find out.