Me and Fibber McGee
An empty room — and, better yet, an empty closet!
Fibber McGee didn’t have one of those! For those of you who aren’t old-timers, he’s the guy on the old radio show whose closet was a disaster. It was a running gag that any time the closet door opened, everything came tumbling out. The sound men must have had a riot making all the racket for that program. But, when you have a closet like that it isn’t any fun at all.
Empty anything is an uncommon phenomenon in a packrat’s house, but it’s true. The 18 year old moved away to college this weekend and took his bedroom furniture. The room is now a blank slate!
I’m chomping at the bit to utilize this empty space, but trying to go slowly. I don’t want that room to become a clutter repository. I’m hoping to utilize the space to good advantage (and be able to reduce some of the contents of other closets). Yet, I hope to keep the room simple and enjoyable.
It will be a “guest room.” The room that currently suffices as a guest bedroom doubles as “Craft Central.” It’s where I’ve stashed the multitude of supplies for all of my hobbies. Unfortunately, it’s crammed full, so it is neither relaxing for a guest nor serviceable as a craft room. I can’t unfold a weaving loom, because the bed is in the way. Guests trip over the folded loom in trying to get to the bed and get all tangled up in yarn.
I’m hoping to make “Craft Central” a project room that my husband and I can use simultaneously. Right now, if he wants to work on an electronics project he winds up working on the kitchen cabinet. He needs a space where he can close the door on the project for the evening, and be able to pick up work again the next day. Closing the door is imperative because of the five inquisitive cats at our house.
As for the future guest bedroom, I hope to have the bed, a desk (where I hope to do some writing in an area free from distraction), and a comfortable chair. I’m hoping there will be enough floor space for me to practice yoga in that room, as well. Again, I want to be behind a closed door. Have you ever tried to get in the downward facing dog position with five cat butts in your face? Neither have I … but I can imagine it. Sort of. I mean, I can imagine the cat butts, but I can’t imagine twisting my body into this position. Hopefully, this room will ensure that I no longer have an excuse not to practice yoga.
The empty closet is what makes me the most gleeful. I think this is the first time in my life that I have actually tried to plan what will go into a closet before just cramming it full. I’d like not to overload it, because I want guests to be able to hang up a shirt or two. Yet, it will be wonderful to take some of the burden off of my other closets.
First, I have to paint it (white, of course, since it’s dark inside it…white is so dull). I’m thinking that it will be the perfect spot for my off season clothing (and those rarely worn evening clothes). Perhaps I can store my seasonal decorations on the shelves in it.
Oh…and I can put my extra linens, and the stadium chairs, and the guitar stands, and my extra office supplies…
Wait a minute. It’s a small closet. Someone stop me before I become Fibber McGee!




