Our coat closet had gotten pretty out of control. I like control. And suddenly last night after dinner, I couldn't take it for ONE SECOND LONGER.
The coat closet, and the connected space under the stairs, was getting put back into shape. RIGHT THEN.
My method for this type of project is to take every single thing OUT, and then put it back in where it goes. Seeing a clean, empty space is almost as thrilling as seeing it full of things that are organized! The emptiness provides limitless organizing possibilities, and this is what lights a fire under me. Gilberto knows to stay out of my way when this happens.
After getting everything under the stairs back into an orderly fashion, I tackled the coats. They were hung PROPERLY on the hangers and arranged by frequency of use, then by owner.
Next in were the shoes. This is the part where I sat down IN the closet. I had some major sorting to do, and I wanted to be in the midst of it. The coats being hung properly, without one side hanging down lower than the other, and my being on the floor in close proximity to the back wall, allowed me to make a discovery as I placed the first pair of shoes in the closet.
(Please disregard how dirty the wall is. That also came as a surprise.)
(Click on the pictures to enlarge if you can't see.)
A little cave drawing by my daughter, who knows better. But since I could tell by the way she drew the people that it was done at least several months ago, I didn't think it was appropriate to do more than give her a firm reprimand.
After I loaded the pictures onto the computer, I called Gabi over.
Me: Gabi, look at these pictures. Do you know what they are?
Gabi, hesitantly: Wellllll, those are the pictures I drew of all of my friends?
Gilberto, looking over: Cool!
Me: Gabi, tell Daddy where you drew those pictures.
Me: It's okay, you're not going to get into trouble. Tell him where that picture is.
Gabi: I drew them on the wall under the coats?
Gilberto: Oh, not so cool.
After a stern lecture, she seemed sufficiently sorry, so that was the end of that. And then I secretly hid her crayons.
I think I'm going to leave it for a while. I can't help but love it! Enjoying my daughter's clandestine art will be my guilty little (secret) pleasure.