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My True Love Gave to Me . . .

. . . a book closet as an early Christmas present! I came home yesterday to this at the end of my hall, and I'm still a bit giddy over the whole thing. We're going to add a French door in the near future, and then I will have to force myself to leave the hall each day. 

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  1. What a lovely gift! I'm sure you know it already, but he looks like a keeper to me. :)

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  2. Oh my goodness! This is so awesome. It must be true love. :)

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  3. A lovely, cozy closet. I would probably stand there for hours!

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  4. LOVE that!! He did good. :)

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  5. Love, love it!!! I'm so jealous, wish I had one!!!!

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  6. That was the message I got as well. ;)

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  7. Ha! He did, didn't he?

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  8. I saw a picture of something similar a few weeks ago and showed it to him sort of as a lark. SO GLAD I DID.

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  9. I saw this and immediately started thinking of closets I could hijack and transform into something similar. My husband just doesn't know it yet.


    What an amazing Christmas present!

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  10. Hahaha. That's what happened with me. I saw a pic on Pinterest and it was all over.

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  11. Eee! I'm glad you think so, too.

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