GAH! It's like that thing that Beetlejuice's face does out of the view of the camera that scares the crap out of everyone.
Now my husband's collection of odd-shaped crap will have a place to live where I don't have to look at it. You know, ski boots, tiny accordians, rusty handguns... dude stuff.
Ugh I can never remember which pattern equals sweaters! It's getting cold out, stupid dresser for smart people!