Still have to put on the baseboard molding (tonight, maybe) and clean up the mess, but other than that the inside of the bedroom closet is now Officially Done.
That’s a Rubbermaid Configurations organizer for 3-6-foot closets from Home Depot. Reviewers praise them and it was certainly easy to install and seems sturdy. But I’m not giving it my full v*te of confidence until I see how well it bears weight.
The Chinese cabinet and Indian wall hanging I picked up at a storage-unit sale a couple of weeks ago. They give the closet a nice touch of class, don’t you think?
At a contractor’s garage sale yesterday:
Me: (Prying open a half-used five-gallon bucket of joint compound to see whether it’s still fresh)
Contractor: That’s a bucket of plaster. You use it for …
Me: I know. I’m just checking its condition.
Me: (Spotting bundles of trim). Oh, hey. Crown moldings. They’re getting hard to find. The lumber yard doesn’t even carry them any more.
Contractor: Those are crown moldings. You use them for …
At lunch yesterday with Furrydoc:
We are belatedly exchanging Christmas presents.
Me: Oh, I almost forgot to open the card. (Rip, tear) OMG! A gift certificate from the lumber yard! Best Christmas gift ever!
Yep, that’s the difference between people who know me and who don’t know me. 🙂
Actually, the contractor does know me. We’ve been nodding acquaintances for years. He’s the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet. Helpful and decent and honorable and (as far as I know) good at his job. He’s just incredibly, unintentionally, ceaselessly patronizing. He’s one of those guys who’ll never get past thinking of women as creatures designed solely for marriage and motherhood — helpless ninnies when it comes to anything else.
Once he was at my house with another contractor, a tree guy. The tree guy asked, “Are you married?” A question I didn’t mind because in the context of our discussion he clearly meant, “Do you have someone around who can do heavy lifting?”
Before I could respond, the garage sale contractor piped up, “No, but she really wants to be married!”
Nicest guy you’d ever want to meet. But you see why I never hired him. Great garage sales, though. Twice a year. Gotta love that.