Timesaver, my new medicine cabinet

My sweetie just installed a new medicine cabinet in my walk-in closet.  It's a beautiful thing.  The closet had a wall at the far end and the shelves and hanging rods lining either side would have been blocked if I had put much down near that wall, but I had an idea... There's a lot of light in that closet, and I could fix my hair while dressing if I had a mirror there.  And a shelf.  And I was already keeping a tube of deoderant on one of my sweater shelves.  So maybe... hmmm...

A medicine cabinet was the solution.  One with a mirrored interior as well as a mirror on the front.  He hung it high enough that if I'm wearing heels, I will be able to check my hair and fix my mascara without having to lean over a single inch! 

I can open it, keep it open, and stand right there while I choose lip colors to coordinate with my outfit, and brush on my eye shadow.  I am closer to the mirror than if I were leaning over the bathroom sink.  And I have never been the type to sit down and spend a half hour on makeup at one of those vanities with the little stools tucked under it.  For me, if makeup isn't easy and quick, it doesn't get used. 

I'm pleased with this addition to my closet!  I spent yesterday afternoon moving all of my makeup from the bathroom shelf, into my closet, and reorganizing it.  No more walking from bathroom, to closet, back to bathroom, several times whenever I get dressed to go out.  I can now do it all right in my closet.  Put on deoderant, smooth my hair, and stand right up next to the mirror as I put on my mascara without having to lean over a countertop to do it! 

My bathroom cabinet is now totally devoted to toothpaste, cleansers, etc., and my closet cabinet has my finishing touches.  Everything is easier to find, and there is no need to dig through stacks of colors to find the right one.  I have space to work, without having taken over any more space from someplace else in the house. 

What is it about girls and organizing products?  I could have been no happier with Wayne if he had bought home a dozen roses...