This is the downstairs closet. I'm going to get in trouble for posting this picture, I just know it.
The closet extends under the stairs, but not all the way under them. They put a wall up instead of going all the way back. That shelf with the green box is mounted on that wall. A year or so back, I had mentioned that there was unused space behind this wall. This was a tactical error on my part. "You mean there is space that can be filled with crap, yet is not filled with crap? That wall must go!"
Here's the closet with the wall knocked out. All I'd done here was tear out the drywall. See that trash? I found that sealed up inside. A veritable time capsule, it was.
Two old-style pop-top cans (the kind of pop-top that will blow out a flip-flop), a glass (not plastic) Pepsi bottle, and a Cheetos bag.
I hate hanging drywall. I hate it less than painting, though. Why yes, that is an outlet I installed in the closet. You mean your closets don't have outlets in them?
Texture paint hides a lot. I was going to put a final coat of paint up, but then I realized that I'd have to paint the entire closet, because otherwise it wouldn't match. And I really didn't want to paint the whole thing. Then I realized "Hey! It's a closet!" If it really bothers whoever winds up with this house after us, they will be free to paint it themselves.
I'll spare you the play-by-play on tiling the closet. Here it is, all grouted up. Removing that wall almost doubled the floorspace in the closet.
Well, almost all grouted up. I ran out of grout. This little bit is the VERY LAST PART. All it would take is maybe a pound of grout. One stinking pound. Wait, this isn't the last part.
This is where things stayed for a couple months. Stuff kept getting in the way, I'd feel lazy, or find something better to do. But there was one more thing I kept forgetting...