Closet Wars

It's battle time in the life of the Lankfords, and this is one battle that I will not lose.  Way back in December when Ned and I were meeting with our architect, we made some minor changes.  Our architect was quick to point out how plans in books aren't always possible the way their drawn and aren't always accurate.

One example was our closets.  The planned showed that we would each have a walk-in closet, with mine being a little bigger than Ned's.  We quickly learned, though, that Ned's would not actually be a walk-in and would have some wasted space.  So, the architect took the extra space from Ned's and gave it to mine, creating a standard size closet for Ned.

We agreed upon this deal when I turned over part of this closet to Ned.

Our original plans called for a small closet in the living room with a linen closet backing up to it.  We were told that these two closets would be pretty useless, so we combined them together to make a larger closet in the living room.  I envisioned all my Santas and Christmas decorations being stored here.  Ned needed a spot for his gun safe, so I relinquished some space.  Things were going according to plan, until our closets were framed.  This is Ned's closet - standard size and perfectly acceptable for a man.  For those of you wondering why it matters to him, he truly has more clothes than I do.

This is my closet - big and perfectly acceptable for me.

This is Ned trying to pout.

He quickly tried to renegotiate the terms of our deal, suggesting we share my closet and use his as a linen closet.  The jury is still out, but right now the big closet still has my name on it, and we won't be playing rock, paper, scissors to see who walks away with it.