You can never have too much "overness" (pronounced "OVAH-ness") in your closet, but I missed that class and so, instead filled mine with crap.
So much so, that the entire thingamajig tore off the walls, gave way to the brunt of madness and collapsed.
FAWK!
When it's not one thing it's another, or do I mean, what can go wrong, will go wrong?
I measured the dimensions of the closet and after several scraped designs; I finally came up with one that I think will do the storage-maximized-trick.
It'll probably take up most of my day...sometime in the next few days...to complete and getting all of that lumber here from the hardware store is going to be an altogether different can of worms.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my handyman projects, just not when they are required due to emergency spur of the moment mishaps caused by the eccentric Murphy and his convoluted cynical and jaded view of the "law."
"I HATE YOU MURPHY!
DON'T TOUCH THE LABLES!
YOU CLOSET CASE!
GET OUT NOW!"
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