and the gay man part has nothing to do with it :)
Oh, that was behind me buying a wardrobe rather than plastic clothing containers or drawers in the first place, but I think lots of gay men would have gone for the black cherry armoires from Hank's Furniture. Or the swanky Chinese wedding cabinet that I was about to buy before getting driven off the road by a semi last Valentine's Day.
Does it look anything like this?
No, although that looks like an oak finish version of the $10,000 1840s French wardrobe that I lusted after during the search. Here's mine:
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I was always too poor for a wardrobe as a kid, so I would actually sit in the closet and pretend I could get to Narnia that way. There's all kinds of subtext potential there, I suppose.
No, although that looks like an oak finish version of the $10,000 1840s French wardrobe that I lusted after during the search. Here's mine: [link]
Matt, that's gorgeous. That wood makes me want to touch it.
I was always too poor for a wardrobe as a kid, so I would actually sit in the closet and pretend I could get to Narnia that way. There's all kinds of subtext potential there, I suppose.
Me too. Actually, my bedroom closet had another closet within it. Does that make sense? In other words, if you opened my closet, and on the left there was a door to a storage closet that you could only access from my closet. My closets have closets! Anyhow, I used to pretend Narnia was in there. I didn't go in there though, because for years, the latch on that door could only be opened from the outside of it.
I "rescued" my mother from it, when I was a toddler. She accidentally locked herself in it, and was yelling for my dad, but he didn't hear her. She heard me playing, and called me, and told me to go get daddy, and was very afraid I wouldn't, but I did.
Actually, my bedroom closet had another closet within it.
In my family's house, the closets in the two larger bedrooms have two doors with a little bit of wall in between them. When we first moved in (I was 13 and my sister was 8) my sister and I would each stand behind a door and then take turns knocking on each other's doors and pretending we were on You Can't Do That On Television. Also we would pretend we were in 17th and 18th century farces. Only in my family would two children be so fond of farce. (I know that's not really true, but really - how many kids do you know that are especially fond of "A Flea in Her Ear"?)
Tim, did we lose power in our hood? Don't answer if we have no power.
I can't figure out exactly where the power outage was/is or how widespread it was/is since, aside from 30 seconds at Old Navy, there's been power everywhere I've gone today. In fact, I wouldn't have even known about the power outage if my mother hadn't called me after they broke in to television programming on the East Coast to announce that we had lost power. Also, they were urging citizens to use common sense when traveling.
As if.
ETA: Never mind. Natter has given me the blackout info.
Let's start a rumor on the interbunnies.
Allyson and Tim are living in sin. And possibly darkness.
Also, they were urging citizens to use common sense when traveling.
They do know they're talking about Los Angeles drivers, right?
Matt, that's gorgeous. That wood makes me want to touch it
It was a steal, too. Way cheaper than anything modern, sized just right to fit through my doors, and it has a full length compartment with hanging rod on the left and lots of litle labelled shelves on the right for shirts, hats, underwear, and the like. A bit too narrow for me to creep inside in search of distant magical lands, though.
In fact, I wouldn't have even known about the power outage if my mother hadn't called me after they broke in to television programming on the East Coast to announce that we had lost power.
We just saw a bit about this on TV. I guess they were showing the 10 or something? You could tell that the power was out because traffic was actually moving. Which means clearly everyone was sitting wherever they were, too much in the dark to go anywhere.
They do know they're talking about Los Angeles drivers, right?
They're crazy east coast people.
Also, talking to residents, who don't have power, on
television?
Kind of a waste of time, I'd think.
