So after months of unassembled bits and pieces of an Ikea wardrobe have been left unassembled and sadly sitting in my hallway, I decided that organizing my clothes was a priority. Matt reluctantly agreed to be my assistant assembler and our efforts failed. Blood, sweat and pouting ensued and it was agreed that a professional needed to be called in. I called "Steve" and he showed up with his miniature wife and her mom. A worthwhile $150 and an hour and a half later they put us to shame. It's an enormous piece of furniture, but I can now see what skirts I have and I no longer need to rummage for tights.
On another note, Matt joined the army last week. Congrats! He says he is shamed by his haircut.
