I am pleased to report to America that I have discovered Fibber McGee’s closet – it is now a kitchen pantry and lives in my house!
I was born without the gene that gives people the gift of organization – the ability not only to straighten something up in a logical and usable manner but also to keep it that way. My husband, happily born with this gene, patiently reorganizes the pantry from time to time, but somehow I always manage to get confused and put stuff back in the wrong place and then I run out of room and put something on the very top or second shelf on top of something else. Since vegetable beef soup cans were apparently not designed to sit on top of loaves of breads, bags of egg noodles or cracker boxes, eventually someone opens the pantry and various items fall off the shelf onto either the floor or the opener’s head. While not conducive to cooking anything, it is very good for the reflexes – I have made some excellent saves of soup cans and Doritos bags in my day!
Not only is Fibber’s McGee’s closet alive and well, but it has had a child, which also lives in my house – Kayla’s closet. (We think the pantry may have had an illicit affair with my craft closet, but have not yet been able to prove it.) I had the occasion to go into Kayla’s closet yesterday looking for something, and upon doing so realized I should have marked it as a hard hat only zone. I think the only reason the child can find any of her clothes is that the majority of the ones in the closet remain hung on the rack (although some of them appear to have mysteriously taken up residence on the floor – well, on top of the piles of toys that are on the floor) and some others are in her clothes cupboard which is a no toy zone. You can tell that this closet is still young, however, since, in spite of its best efforts, nothing in the closet managed to fall on anyone. It wanted to throw something at me, but couldn’t quite manage it.
Have a great day everyone!
P.S. For those who are wondering what the heck Fibber McGee’s closet is:
A long time ago, in a galaxy not so far away, before television, computers, iPods or internet, there was radio. There were many kinds of radio programs – news, comedies, drama, mysteries. One of the longest running shows was a comedy called “Fibber McGee and Molly” which ran from sometime in the 1930’s until it was cancelled in 1959.
One of the “running gags” in the show was Fibber McGee’s hall closet. A person opened the closet at his or her peril, because, with one exception, every time the closet was opened, you would hear the clatter of all kinds of things pouring out of it and onto the head of the person who opened it. Accordingly, the phrase “Fibber McGee’s closet” is (or was) synonymous with cluttered closets.