Lost Little Fishies

So, as a single mom, working full-time, I don’t have anything better to do than to … do something more, right … ? Right. Because, I don’t have to cook and clean and work and do laundry and cook again, etc., etc., ad nauseam. Hence, I’ve decided to do another closet project. This time, I’m taking on the smaller of the closets in my bedroom and making it into a … wait for it … OFFICE! Yes! Well, actually, not so much an office, but more like a studio. A closet studio. Or would that be a studio closet?

Either way, this is what I’m starting from.


the left side—not too bad, except that bookcase is coming out


straight ahead—a tax preparer’s dream


supposedly there’s a floor under there somewhere

In preparation for this great undertaking, I slowly started moving some things from this closet to any other available space. Did I mention I was doing it s-l-o-w-l-y? As in, “Ooh, what’s in this box?!” This, of course, is followed by the opening of said box.

Imagine my great surprise when I found my ceramic fish!


I haven’t seen these little fishies since I moved to the apartment five years ago. I’m so excited I get to hang them this weekend … and I bet that’ll take much less time than emptying the rest of that closet …