Mark is the Man: the Conclusion

. . . I found a giant pile of my stuff--The odds and ends that I've collected and filled my office closet with over the last few years.  My lighting kit, assorted baskets of various sizes, tutus, neatly folded quilting material, and much more was stacked at least five feet high in the center of the living room. 

Did I freak about the mess?  Heck no.  I used what smarts I had left after such a long drive and deducted that the items before me were all taken from the office. My office.  Thus, I should then go and see why.  I ran into the office and found this:

If you look really closely, the nice little sign reads, "You Found It."  Since we bought our house three years ago, I've been drooling over Judy's (my asian friend's) beautiful closet.  Her father had taken the closet and turned it into a 'built in' bookshelf with beadboard and cupboards!  Sigh.  Mark, my dearie, took a photo of her closet and recreated it (for the most part) in my office.  Now I can display all my prized books on this beautiful built in bookshelf...and I can hide all the crazy junk in the cupboards at the bottom...once they have drawers. 

Mark is the man!