After our closet collapsed three weeks ago, something had to be done. (I almost took before pics, but I didn't want to be responsible for adding to your stress.) One cannot live buried in clothing and hangers. It was time for a major closet overhaul, quite a task when the said space is only 7 feet long and must house clothing for both man and wife.
There was just one problem.
At our house, that means wrestling season.
Which means temporary widowhood.
So....I took my little self to Lowe's, picked out the one closet system that looked remotely doable (and happened to be on clearance, yay God), and brought that bad boy home.
Three days, countless broken fingernails, a few Goodwill bags, and *ahem* some unkind thoughts later, I present this: