I am a total WRECK this morning. My day began with my two-year-old saying, “Mouse in Mommy’s closet.”
“Show me,” I said, the color draining from my face.
And he lead me to my closet and picked up a silver Havainas flip flop and pointed underneath. Thankfully, I saw no signs of the mouse in Mommy’s closet. But then again it’s hard to see anything in there since I stubbornly insisted on replacing the light fixture with this lovely little beaded chandelier I found at Paris Market & Brocante in Savannah, GA, on a girls weekend with my cousin Stefanie several years ago.
My poor closet is a study in inefficiency, thanks to its 80+ year old design and “mood” lighting. And now this mouse business means I’ll have to take everything out. Perhaps my phantom mouse is a sign from god, and by god, I mean California Closets. Wouldn’t it be dreamy to return my shoes and skirts to custom-designed racks and shelves?