Something About Your Own Fuss Closet

Ah ha, push that fuss!

Springtime is...frankly, months away, but Dalcy keeps telling me it will arrive sooner than I expect so I need to plan now. Spring cleaning comes earlier every year to the Mitchell’s. I don’t know why we didn’t this summer when we weren’t doing much of anything. Except puzzles. I do have a closet to clean and since I’m penning these Bellairs-related commentaries I can’t help but think of Roderick Childermass’s fuss closet.

Johnny Dixon finds the professor throwing a tantrum shortly after they meet in The Curse of the Blue Figurine:

Johnny looked in. He saw that the walls and the floor of the closet were covered with padded gymnasium mats. Taped to the inside of the closet door was a handlettered sign that said: TO FUSS IS HUMAN; TO RANT, DIVINE!

I sometimes think we all need a small, walk-in closet where we go to get the piss and vinegar out of our systems. Other times I think we need a small bedroom. But if you were creating your own fuss closet what would you include? How do you DYI a diatribe dojo?  Gym mats? Boxing gloves? Small punching bag? Helmet? Framed photographs of your boss?