Life in the Foreign Service has afforded me some pretty nice closets in the past. (Here's looking at you, old house in Brasilia.) And life in the Foreign Service has afforded me some pretty horrible closets in the past. (Here's looking at you, Arlington, and that 2 square feet of closet space.)
This rental house takes the cake. I have never seen in a real house, much less lived in a house, with such a grand master bedroom closet. Honestly, there is room for EVERYTHING I own. Including what we affectionately call "the Wal-Mart", which is our multi-year stockpile of stuff like Band-Aids and sunscreen, our luggage, sporting equipment, the dog's airplane carrier, etc.
It is the best closet ever, and I am spoiled for anything that follows it.
|Shoes... and Leo... and two rows of baseball hats and visors.|
|Wal-Mart, dirty clothes, sporting equipment, luggage and the dog carrier (in a blurry photo)|
|Closet, glorious closets. And a make-up mirror with fancy lights. Too bad I don't wear make-up.|
|Over there with that chair is Jimmy's closet. His and hers closets. The hers is bigger than the his. (sorry for the blur.)|
|Leo in the reflection|