SpiderFarmer

The closet is, in no uncertain terms, an unmitigated disaster.  It’s so bad that everyone woman in the neighborhood who came into see it last night said “Oh. My. God.  What did they do?” 

The designer still hasn’t returned my phone calls, the manager says he’s going to try and come look at it this afternoon…but I have a feeling I just bought myself a lawsuit, for I fear that they will not be able to get their crap out and restore my closet to its original configuration, which is all I want at this point. 

It’s so bad.  It’s so very bad.  The materials are fine, the installation work was stellar, but the designer must have been on crack…it’s not at all what I signed off on, she mismeasured in 4 critical areas…I now have less hanging space, more deadspace and deadly corners whereas before, I didn’t have enough hanging space and I just wanted some shelves for the towels. 

The designer apparently couldn’t be bothered to measure from the wall to the existing rod, she didn’t notice a 20 foot long, 18″ high, 10″ deep soffett where the pipes and electricity run, none of the hanging spaces are long enough for my dresses…it’s a freaking disaster.  It really is. 

Hey everybody, I’m alive.  Busy, insanely busy…but alive, none the less. I’ve had weeks of people visiting, plus I’m going through a major manic period…and instead of my usual hopping off to Europe to seduce a viscount, I’ve been organizing…and I do mean Organizing with a capital O.  It took the local charity a semi-tractor trailer to haul all the stuff away…and that was only from 2 rooms.  I got rid of so many clothes that I’m down to only two dressers…well, and a walk in closet…but still, for me, that’s a huge reduction.

I hired a closet company to come do that organizing/rebuild thing…but thus far, the project could be considered a bit of a problem.  We’ll see if it all pans out, or if I’ll need help hiding the bodies.  Either way, it’ll give me something to do. 

The boy is two.  Boy, oh boy, is he two.  Today, he’s particularly two.  And I quote Bill Cosby’s wife when she said to him “I want you to kill the boy!”  I’m sure after his nap, things will improve, or one of us is going to live with the gypsies.  (oooh, me please!  I look fabulous in the outfits and who doesn’t want necklaces made with gold coins?) 

I hope all is well in the cyberfriend universe, and I hope to catch up with everyone as time, boy, construction, holidays and new business launch allows.  (More on the new business later.) Please, if I’ve missed anything important, i.e., births, birthdays, deaths, trips to Saturn, new boyfriends/girlfriends/livestock, drop me a note here so I can help you celebrate/mourn/hide the bodies.

Hugs to everyone from the manic arachnid!