I am sitting in my room on the hardwood floor practically swimming in a heap of hangers, clothing and metal rods.

About 20 minutes ago, I came home from the gym and sat on my bed. I opened my computer, and across the room there was a crack and my $40 closet crashed to the floor.  Not only did the clothes inside spill across my room, but the bin of clothes on top flew onto my bed, equally distributing the devastating mess.

Really.

Which is exactly what I said to the poor excuse for a closet as it rested awkwardly on my bed.

I have spent the last 15 minutes attempting to put the cursed thing back together.  In this process I have been enlightened to the fact that there is not a single kind of tape in this apartment.  The piece of plastic that snapped in half and caused this disaster is now being crudely held together by double-sided photo hanging tabs and twine.

Yes. Twine.

My spirit is shot. And at this point I just sit here and stare at the monstrosity that is the pile of clothing and hangers on my floor.  Maybe in another 20 minutes I’ll start to attempt to piece it together again, but as for now I’m going to mope.

I will no longer rave about the container store.

peace, love, and flowers,

natalie marie