little bitty girl

So Stefan and I finally decided to bite the bullet last week and invest in a mega wardrobe for our space. We were tired of everything being out in the open, as we already live in an "open concept" loft apartment. And with having things on rolling racks and clothes stacked on the dressers, albeit all neatly done, it still ends up looking like a mess.

Before I left, I had asked that Stefan put the wardrobe together before my return as I have this thing (yes, I seem to have a lot of "things") about being away and coming home to a messy space. So yesterday, with the help of friends, Bridgy and Hilly, they managed to put the wardrobe together.

Then Stefan calls today at the pretense of being interested in the trip, and what I've done and seen so far but tries to end to conversation hurriedly with, " So, how do you want to rearrange the clothes so it's all 50-50?" 50-50? I DON'T THINK SO!! I WORK IN THE FASHION INDUSTRY, FOR PETE'S SAKE! THAT ALONE SHOULD GIVE ME EXTRA PRIVILEGES!! I know that I am small and my clothes don't take up a lot of room, but I have enough underwear to not do laundry for like a whole year, if I needed to. That is a lot of underwear, ladies and gentlemen, and I treasure every single one. Not to mention, my sock collection as well. I am a collector of clothes.

I have worked way too long and hard just to be able to get to my 60-40 ratio and was working towards a hostile takeover when the wardrobe was completed. STEF! TOP DRAWER OF THE LITTLE DRESSER IS ALL I AM WILLING TO CONCEDE! YOUR UNDIES BETTER NOT BE IN OTHER DRAWERS WHEN I RETURN! This is why, ladies, you do not let the boy build the wardrobe when you're away. I have to go because I am hyperventilating at the thought of losing wardrobe territory.