Wow, Ive decided I dislike moving. Don’t mind change but I do like my “stuff” in its location and finding locations for my stuff after the move has been ……interesting. First off, I got booted from the master bath. No, she still loves me but has always wanted a walk in closet, especially with shoe organizing capability. Gents, this closet is huge but the lady is a bit of a cloths horse and seasonal clothing that used to be placed in totes and stored in the garage are now hung in different sections of the closet. Additionally, when I married her she had literally two hefty garbage bags of shoes, each with a purpose and an outfit. These shoes were utter garbage and I don’t suppose she spent more than 7 dollars per pair. Her feet always hurt but as I explained that quality footwear (or barefoot) made all the difference fell on deaf ears. A bout of Plantar Fasciitis, and a good podiatrist touting better gear produced a good pair of expensive shoes and the problem was solved. Problem is I figured she would follow my lead, a black pair, a brown pair, and some sneakers (less hunting boots) but I was wrong again. The cheap shoes were chucked en mass and replaced (over time) with quality, expensive shoes and boots. 42 pair counted. So although our marriage is truly bliss, my clothes hang downstairs in a guest closet and I’ve found it easier to use that huge shower for mine too. She doesn’t have to deal with shaving junk and I don’t need to explain it (while surrounded by her shoes).
Today feels like spring so a citrus seemed right.