Closet Space

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When I was in high school, I had this genius idea to take the doors off of my closet and design a kick ass built-in-vanity thing that my dad (who wins the best Dad ever award) built and installed for me. All I had left was 2′ of closet space and an amish built armoir. Needless to say, most of my clothes ended up hanging in the laundry room downstairs, much to Mom’s dismay.

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Nowadays, the state of my closet is an odd dormer addition to our home which, in fact, has no insulation. At all. It is absolutely fa-reezing in there! I cannot bring myself to face the frigid little walk in closet to hang up my clothes. As a result, our bedroom has become my closet and I think Phil and I are both ready for some organization. As soon as I kick this illness, I’m up for the challenge. Here’s some inspiration for you. And me, of course.

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The dangerous part of being sick.

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The dangerous thing about a sinus infection is not worrying about one's eardrums exploding, being unable to take deep breaths without coughing, or even the inability to speak. No, the dangerous part of being sick is my ever growing Urban Outfitters wishlist. You see, multiple items keep jumping onto my wishlist. And some of them are even making their way into my shopping cart! What to do, what to do?

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Old man winter

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Ahhh! Winter! I want to hollar at you, but at the moment I can barely manage a whisper. That’s what I get for bragging about my health lat week. Right now I’m miserably coughing and unable to communicate vocally with the world around me. But that’s what this blog is for, right? Nonverbal communication.

Right now, as I sit in silent and chilly frustration, all I can think about is bare arms, mini skirts, wide brimmed hats, flowers, and sunshine. Sigh.

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Whenever I walk around our alienated University campus, I try to remember back in September when friends lounged on the paved stairs or smoked cigarettes while sprawling across the lawn. I know it sounds like I’m in mourning, but in truth, I think I am. And I’m not quite sure how long I will survive. Anybody else suffering out there? Hurry back, Spring!

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