Randomness: Closet Cleanup

Steve worked soooooo hard on the upstairs hall closet the other day.  It's a linen closet, but the darn shelves are too narrow to actually fold linens!  We've had to move towels down to a cupboard in the basement, but are keeping the sheets upstairs.  Please don't ask me how he folded these sheets.  Frankly, I'm a little bit afraid of this closet.  I'm sure I'll feel mighty guilty as soon as I have to pull a set out and unfold it.  And I'll feel even guiltier every time I do laundry and have to ask him to work his magic and fold the damn sheets himself.  I am not a sheet folder.  Like some people don't do windows?  I don't do sheets.  I remember when I was a kid, my aunt tried to show me how to fold fitted sheets, making it look so easy.  I still try to recall her advice, but still can't replicate the magic.

Steve's on a rampage at the moment, clearing out and re-organizing all of the closets.  Trust me, they need it, too.  Mine has not yet been attacked, and I'm kind of scared to attempt it.  I have so many clothes I can't fit anymore (subject of a whole 'nother post about snacking, lack of exercise and old age in general) that I'm convinced that I'll be able to get back in to one day.  And when if that day comes, I suspect they'll all be too out-of-style to wear.

In the meantime, enjoy some (slightly blurry, cell-phone-produced) eye candy.  Anyone want to take bets on how long this feast for the eyes will last?