I went from living at home with my parents to marrying Mr. Wrangler man. And yes I’ll admit it again, I was spoiled. Before we were married, I would visit him at his house which was a mobil home on acreage. Like any smart person with a plan, he wanted to get the land paid off before he started his house… handsome and smart, yayy me!! Mr. Wrangler man never ceases to impress me.
The house was 14×60 and it was located on a beautiful piece of land. After he proposed, we decided to continue on with the plan of living there until we started to build our dream house. I would spend my time re-decorating and adding feminine touches to his bachelor pad. One day I went into the bedroom to assess the closet situation (very important task). I opened the bedroom door…this can’t be right. This can’t be the only closet. I looked around the bedroom and realized that this WAS the only closet in the bedroom. How was this going to work? I’ve never seen such a small closet. Where do I put my clothes and most importantly, how do I fit my 100+ pairs of shoes in this closet? Houston we have a problem! A BIG problem!! I went outside to voice my concerns to Cowboy. I said to him “I don’t think this living arrangement is going to work for me.” He chuckled (which was becoming a habit) and asked “what’s the problem princess?” Why did he say it like that? He makes me sound spoiled. I said “Where do I put my clothes”? He said “I’ll make room in my closet for your stuff”. Okay, I thought, apparently he hasn’t seen the amount of “stuff” I have. Unless he’s removing the bed from the bedroom and expanding that closet, my stuff and his stuff are not going to mesh well!
So my cowboy of few words, who always had a solution to every concern I’ve ever had said “we’ll figure it out and it’s only temporary”. Umm that’s it? “We’ll figure it out?” So I said to him, “Okay, we’ll figure it out.”
We had decided to start the process of moving me in before the wedding so when we got back from the honeymoon, everything would be done (except for the prank his brother and friends pulled on us when we returned from our honeymoon, but that’s another story) and we could start our life of married bliss. Moving day came, everyone was on hand to help with boxes, boxes and more boxes. Wedding gifts from friends & family, shoes, clothes, shoes and more shoes (all things that are important to a girl)!
We had a system, I would pack and label the boxes, he would load and take them to the house in the country. Cowboy would pick up a box and say “shoes again?” What did he expect that I would only have a couple of shoe boxes? Rightttt. And If I remember correctly, I had expressed my concerns of the lack of closet space. The more he hauled, the more I started to panic of where it would all go? As I was packing the last of the boxes, I realized that he was taking longer to return than usual, so I called him. He said he got hung up and would be here in 15 minutes. After the last of the boxes were loaded, we headed off to start the unpacking process.
Tired and hungry, we stopped for dinner. Cowboy said “I noticed you have a lot of clothes with the price tags still on them.” I said “yes I know, I love to shop”. We get to the country house, as I’m walking in I think to myself, how did he know that my clothes still had tags on them since I put them in boxes? He says “I want to show you something”. He opens the door to the guest bedroom and there it was, MY NEW DRESSING ROOM! He had racks installed for my clothes (thanks to a visit to Country Secrets and John & Sheena, I LOVE these people). I had shelves for my shoes that Carrie from Sex & The City would be jealous of (ok maybe not), a dressing table and a jewelry hutch. I said to him “you figured it out”. He replied “Yep I did”… my hero!
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy