My kingdom for a sawzall!
Failing that, since we don’t have a kingdom to barter with, we paid a handyman a king’s ransom to get the final two doors in, and he did a beautiful job. Now I don’t get all itchy and nervous when I walk down the hall, although I do admit that when I think about all the crap those doors hide, my eye gets twitchy.
Maybe that’s just because I know that 3B has two more heavy glass doors to swing back and forth against the steel racks and baskets in the closet. Hm, now that I look at them that way, those doors aren’t so attractive. What the hell were we thinking, getting something attractive and fragile?
Oh yeah, we were thinking that we were tired of seeing this:
And anxious for something attractive like this:
Enjoy your long weekend. I’ll be in the hallway, polishing my shiny new closet doors. Take that as you will.