An odd weekend
Ξ July 6th, 2008 | → | ∇ Delinquent husbands |
It’s odd for us to have a summer Saturday off, especially on a major holiday weekend. But, surprise, surprise, here we were with both a Friday and a Saturday without a wedding to shoot! So I took it upon myself to do something constructive and decided to clean out the closet.
I mean, really clean out the closet. Like gut it so it looks like one of those nice and neat closets you see in a TV ad where the person only owns 3 pairs of paints and maybe a shirt or two and a jacket. And all the shoes are arranged alphabetically by manufacturer and then by color. Just as bare as a closet can be…
So after my third trip downstairs to the office to ask Paul if I should keep or donate an outfiit, I finally pried him away from the computer and got him upstairs to our bedroom to help with the closet purging. It took some doing. First I had to convince him that there was nothing new on the digital photography message boards for DWF by taking a screen shot and making it into his desktop background. After clicking around a bit, he determined that all of the links were broken. Then I had to fake a thunderstorm with flickering lights and tell him that he could lose valuable digital photo files if he continued to work in Photoshop during a major storm. Finally, I lured him upstairs by strategically placing coffee cups on the steps so he would be tempted by the smell of his addictive brew.
He looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. I then realized, he had never really seen it during daylight hours since he usually bounded out of bed before sunrise and stumbled to bed after sunset. His usual position during daylight hours was perched in front of his keyboard trying out this gradient or that action, constantly finessing his retouching skills.
“What is this place?”, he asked. “It is a magical place,” I replied, “but one being threatened by a terrible evil. The closet bunnies have taken over.”
“Closet bunnies?”
“Yes, closet bunnies are invisible creatures that cause your clothes to multiply and expand until there are no more spaces in your closet to hold the clothes that truly deserve to live there.”
“What can be done?” he asked looking very concerned and slightly afraid.
“We must take these magical garbage bags, wrestle all of the clothes that have been possessed by the evil closet bunnies into the bag. Then we must take the captured clothes to the Goodwill Store for healing.”
So we began our quest and fought our way through many pairs of too small jeans, blouses with red wine spills on the front, clothes from the 70s, 80s, and 90s, and t-shirts with more holes than fabric. At the end, our closet looked amazingly………..BARE.
And our dining room looked like it had been attacked by closet bunnies. It looks like we’ll need a couple more days to clean things up.
Maybe our wedding on Labor Day will postpone as well….
on July 12th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Cyndy — I LOVE your blog! I can relate on so many fronts, and look forward to reading more - I feel comforted knowing that I am not the only widow out there. Between Rich’s regular computer work, our own sites and blog, and the baby, he is turning more and more into a photographer nut thanks in large part to your husband!