It's nice having a boy who is also quite handy, for I am incapable of successfully drilling things into walls. After months of hooks and hangers and holders dangling precariously from nails and screws holding onto drywall for dear life, I now have a purse hook that actually holds my purse, a towel rack that successfully keeps my towels off the floor, and lights in my closet that illuminate my clothes while I decide that I have nothing to wear (because my shopping budget is being conserved for London and Paris, because I have a compulsion for everything I own to have a story).