An OCD nightmare

We heard a horrible thud upstairs, we went running up. Thankfully, it wasn't our child climbing out of her crib, she was still fast asleep.

Sadly, however, we found all my clothes crashing to the floor:


Everything was so pretty and organized, pants lined up by color and style, hanging below their matching category of shirts, each with a finger's width between each hanger. Sweaters and sweatshirts all folded neatly in stacks according to weight and use. A few special items from my childhood in their own basket on the shelf, it was every OCD person's dream.

Now it is all a big mess as I wait for a solution to the problem that has now occurred twice; the cheap wire rack has pulled right out of the wall, although anchored to the studs (I am told by my husband.)

Those of you who know me, know I don't have a large collection of clothes either, it's not like I have 50 pairs of pants weighing it down.

So cheaply this house was built.