A couple of weeks ago, actually right before I went to Canada, my ugly old closet felt the need to tell me that I have way too many clothes……… I mean it actually yelled that at me by showing a broken pole that held all my coats and jackets, gowns and… and ……. So of course, I knew once I get back from my trip I would have to address that situation. No, obviously I did not want to spend a whole lot of money on a new one, as I will be moving anyways, and I really do not plan on shipping all my furniture. North America is blessed with Walk in Closets…. I mentioned the issue at work to my co-worker a lady in her 50’s that has been very helpful and kind to me in the past. (Not saying that we do not have our occasional issues). She was getting rid of her old closet. The next morning she gave me the measurements and sure enough…it was perfect!
Last night her and her husband, whom I met for the first time brought it to me, they put it together for me not really letting me help. I was just so happy, because I have already wondered who I could call to help me with getting it up the stairs and most of all putting it together so that the doors would actually close. (My floors are incredibly uneven…. one of the joys of living in an old house).
It was lovely to see these two working together, I have always wondered if she would be “bossy” around her husband, but none of that. They were a team, and even though “the man” put the doors on back-wards (why does this always happen)? she just laughed, called him darling….. it was really nice to see that. If that would have been my parents…. LOL, (they love each other dearly, married for almost 50 years now, but whole different dynamics) it would have sounded more like that: “NO! NOT THAT WAY! I told you so! Why don’t you ever listen!” 
Before they left, I gave her a little envelope with a card and something inside for them to spend on their next vacation. They refused, I had to beg for them to take it. She looked at me and said: “We are so happy we could help you out. It was a pleasure”.
So this afternoon I took off from work to put my clothes back in my new “old” closet. Let’s put it this way I filled so far six 35 L (check on gallons on the converter) garbage bags with things I will never wear again! YAY!!!!!!! I cleaned my INVENTORY! Not so sure if one calls it organized….
clean closets means lots of bags sitting in your car for weeks as you wave to the goodwill when you pass by it *nods*
and YAY for a helping hand with a pleasant suprise!
Ahem….Misty, they are still stting in my back room………
I wave at them as I walk by…… “winks”