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There’s something about home improvement projects which get me all discombobulated. I blame CU’s deployment, because for a solid year, nothing in our house was messed up. I had ample time on my hands, so the place always stayed clean and anything I did do (rearranging & cleaning out all our closets, for example) I did with such joie de vivre, so projects were completed and cleaned up before the walls had too much of an opportunity to start closing in around me.

When CU came back, we threw ourselves head-first into all of those projects you eventually have to do as a homeowner…replacing carpeting, etc. It was after being alone with my uncluttered home that I realized I now come a bit unglued when things are not in their designated location for more than, say, two days. I’m not so anal that I can’t handle it if a cup is on the wrong shelf for ten minutes, I’m more talking when every single thing in your house is relocated to your kitchen, your dining room and your bathrooms for more than, say, two days.

After the carpet, we replaced all the baseboards in the house, which also required we move everything into strange locations for about four days. Then, we repainted my office, which…honestly…I still haven’t put it all back together yet, and it’s been about three weeks…shoot…maybe a month.

Last Wednesday, we removed all of the contents from our closet in preparation for our closet remodel (yay! organization!) and now, we’re still in the process of getting everything back in there and into nifty shelves! and drawers! and bins! This actually is tougher than you might think, especially considering my side of the closet consists of two pairs of black dress slacks and about four shirts.

Anyhoo…we are in the midst of cleaning up after our latest fixeringuppering…but I have to tell you, I now feel like a grownup with my sexy closet. Considering my dressers for the last 15 years have either been assemble-it-yourself or the dreaded baby changing table (hey, the top of the diaper storage area worked great for a tiny TV…and it looked fabbo as a faux buffet in our dining room until last Fall…ahem)…I think it’s about time I had some real clothing storage. Now all I need are some real clothes to store.

In other news, CU’s employer has decided to deploy him to Paris for a week, so we will be spending our second Valentine’s Day apart. I pouted, and am slightly jealous because had we known just two weeks earlier he was going, we could have nixed the Seattle trip and I could have gone with…but that’s okay. Someone has to be here to record all the TV shows and tell him which ones are and aren’t worth watching when he gets back. That could, quite possibly, be the most romantic Valentine’s Day gift ever. Well, that and a hoity toity bottle of French Bordeaux.

I can’t believe I wrote “sexy closet”.