Ann Keiffer

Top Shelf

For the last 20 or 30 years I’ve kept my
walking clothes, my slacks, tops and socks
in baskets on the top shelf of my closet

And then we moved.

In our new house the dressing area has an
extravagance of wide drawers just for
jewelry, four stacks of capacious drawers,
tall cabinets on two walls with ladders of
shelves inside, storage so galore all I had to
store in some was a whole lot of empty.

In the new bedroom closet, we configured
the top shelf in the highest notch so skirts
and pants could hang full length. In this
closet, the only way I could reach my
walking clothes on the top shelf was to
stand on tippy-tippy-top toes, snag the
edge of a basket with the toppy-toppy tips
of my fingers, tip the basket off the shelf,
catch it, and get the clothes I needed.

Last week as I was straining to get my
fingers on the edge of a basket, I had a rare
moment of clarity. I love re-arranging
and re-organizing. I can do better than
this. How about raising the lowest shelf
just high enough I could slide my
walking-clothes baskets underneath it!

I laughed out loud, disbelieving! I know
this woman so stuck in yesterday she just
now realized she could think outside the
basket and store her walking clothes in one
of those many, many empty drawers!

Photo Credit Info: Whenever possible I will be using a photo taken by John Keiffer, my son. When that’s not possible, you’ll see a photo from someone else I probably don’t love quite so much. Today’s photo is from Flickr.


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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