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So, where to start?  The shelving failed, which I wrote about in my last entry, and I spent several days laundering/vacuuming most of the things that had been in what was my closet.  There were bits of drywall in my shoes, dust was embedded into the beading of vintage evening bags, and anything black?  All of that was grey.  Drywall dust loves velvet, but they don’t make an attractive pairing at all.  

After cleaning everything, it took a few more days for me to find two vital supports to my rolling clothes rack, without which it only stands about fifteen inches off the floor.  Once they were located, I thought it would be a simple matter to get the collapsed length of wire shelving out of the closet and into the hall, and then roll the rack into its temporary home.  That didn’t exactly go as planned.  

Getting it out of the closet and out of the bedroom was challenging, as it is not flexible, and I live in a townhouse with a labyrinthine top floor.  My plan was to put it into the upstairs hall closet, but when I tried, I nearly took off the front piece of my furnace - - - twice.  It simply would not fit.  Once halfway in, though, it didn’t want to come out.  But it finally did, and I swore a lot over how it chose to do so.

So I decided I would just prop it on a wall, but even getting it into position for that proved troublesome.  My best plan of attack, I thought, would be to stand it fully upright and walk it to the chosen spot.  Ummm, no.  That was actually going fine, until I lifted one corner too high trying to turn it, and got said corner (now, get this) wedged into the air intake, which is ever so conveniently located in the dadblammed ceiling.  The opposite lower corner embedded itself in the carpet, and there it pivoted.  Getting it free without tearing up the air intake was a nightmare, and took some time, but I finally got that done.  

The shelf is now resting along a wall.  And it is going to stay there.  I am not going to touch it—I’m just going to tell people it’s a sculpture.

After all that, rolling the little clothes rack into my closet took no time at all.  Of course, it’s now leaning under the weight of what I put on it.  

And what's next?  I am converting what was going to be a guest room into a custom closet/dressing room.  (And I am not using that shelf in there.)


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