out of the closet Across the street from my office there is a billboard for The Container Store.

On a blue background with clouds is the statement:



Now, I've heard of having a dream house, a dream car, even a dream boat. But a "dream closet"? Come on! Have we become that banal, that pedantic? I don't honestly spend enough time thinking about the space in my dwelling that's sole purpose is storage to be able to have grandiose dreams about it. I mean, think about it, it's a closed off space in your house that holds boxes and shoes and whatnot, not a gold-encrusted floor with plush cushions and half naked women to massage away the day's weariness.

But if that last part were true, it truly would be a dream closet, and I'd never leave.

But what could possibly be next?

Dream pen and pencil set? Dream above the fridge cabinet space?  ¶ 11:26 AM