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Closet Organization

Over the weekend, Katie and I installed a Closet Organizer from IKEA.

The steps:

1. Katie planned the scheme to provide better use of the closet space.

2. Katie and Michael traveled to IKEA to find furniture to fit the plan.

3. Michael and his brother, Jeremiah, returned to IKEA with a truck and a trailer to pick up the furniture.

4. Michael and Jeremiah assembled the behemoth organizer this past Sunday.

Many insults were hurled back and forth during installation regarding who had a better claim on the appellation of Master Closet Assembler, a lofty title that implies a deft and gentle touch combined with a dizzying spatial intellect. It does not imply any reading ability, however, as the IKEA assembly directions are designed with the functionally illiterate in mind:

Jeremiah summed up the last line: "When you are sad and depressed, call IKEA and they will cheer you up!"

Sometimes (as in the first line above) two men are pictured. But IKEA is very liberal, and in one section of the instructions, a man and woman were pictured, holding different parts of the partially assembled frame for a particularly complex installation maneuver. Jeremiah and I argued about which of us should be the man and which should be the woman. I won the argument and got to be the woman. Now that I think of it, Jeremiah didn't argue with me very long on that one.

The final organizer fills 61% of the total closet volume: 91.6 cubic feet of 149.1 cubic feet. Pretty impressive!

Comments

  1. Anonymous1:22 PM

    funny the closets look so nice and well organized but then I see that you have wire hangers???!!?? Mommy dearest comes to mind...plastic anyone?

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  2. What? Wire hangers are more efficient! You can fit more shirts per linear foot of closet bar with wire hangers. Mommy Dearest was crazy.

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  3. What a public service your blog is providing!!!! I was just feeling down and now instead of reaching for my revolver, I will simply call Ikea so they can make me feel better. Thanks, Josh!

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  4. You're welcome! Though you should really thank Jeremiah for the translation.

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  5. That makes me think of "If you spot a terrorist arrow, pin it against the wall with your shoulder."

    http://www.safenow.org/

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  6. That is a hilarious web site!

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  7. visit jackflak.com today!

    all your base are belong to us!

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