Chapsticks bought my glamorous two-story...

And for my part, I've lived the, "Come as you are" mantra gosh since forever. That said, I'm inwardly agonizing over what the nice, fun-loving chapstick couple is going to do with the hugest, most glorious closet I've ever had. The biggest closet anyone I know has ever had.

Ok, so there's likely to be an abundance of tennis shoes, hiking boots, sweat pants and cut off shorts. But what else? A hidden repository for a taxidermy collection from bow hunting seasons past?

I'm just saying...