By Debbie Schlussel
As I read this piece on Nancy Gansky and her gauche closet, I thought to myself, I’ll bet she’s a liberal. You know–the same liberals who are always wailing about the “excesses” of the Reagan years and the 1980s. You know–the same limo libs, voted for Mr. “Spread the Wealth.” Send your hard-earned tax dollars to the poor and spend her hubby’s money (she doesn’t work) on a new house . . . for her shoes.
Whaddya think? Was I right about her political affiliation? (Hint: The answer is at the bottom of this entry.)

The fabulosity in Nancy Gansky’s 300-square-foot closet is in its precision.
Hanging rods in the honey-wood and translucent-glass cabinets are 55 inches from the floor — that means the entire wardrobe of the 5-foot-1-inch stay-at-home mom is at eye level. It also means Gansky doesn’t have to stand on her tiptoes to stack sunkist-orange Hermes boxes or steal glances at the captain-of-the-cheerleaders trophy she earned at Merion Mercy Academy.

“My closet houses things that are precious to me,” said Gansky, 43. “It was designed by me and for me … for my lifestyle. For the way I live.”
Three gleaming expandable valet bars are attached to the cabinets in the far side of the room; they mark Gansky’s packing station. There, a swiveling chocolate-brown ottoman sits beneath a sparkling chandelier.
This is the spot where Gansky determines how her Tory Burch cardigans look with her AG (Adriano Goldschmied) corduroys.
It took Gansky more than a year to get the cream-colored closet of her Ft. Washington, Pa., home just right. At first, the area was earmarked for a smaller closet for her husband, David. But when Gansky saw the 18-foot ceilings, she seized it. It could be entered from her bedroom or her 150-square-foot sitting room, complete with fireplace, flat-screen television and desk.
The area is Y-shaped. At the top of the Y, there are two walls of built-in shelves on either side of the aisle. One is filled with shoes; the other, with pocketbooks. Each wall is separated into smaller shelves and cubbyholes. The Jimmy Choos, Ferragamos, Manolo Blahniks, and Hermes Birkin bags live here. . . .
The center of the closet is dedicated to Gansky’s workout and casual clothing, as well as a 16-drawer dresser that holds accessories, delicates and unmentionables. . . .
The tail of the Y is dedicated to designer jeans and pants. Cocktail dresses hang in cabinets that are 70 inches from the floor — after all, Badgley Mischka gowns can be long. . . .
“When people see my closet, they usually say, ‘This is your closet? It’s the size of a bedroom,’ ” Gansky said. “But I’ve always loved fashion. And this space is important to me. It’s my haven.” . . .
“There is a little bag my aunt gave me. It’s small and brown with solid black stitching with my initials, N.C. (Her maiden name is Calabrese.) And there is also my First Communion dress. . . .
Any closet regrets?
“I wish I had a big, beautiful stained-glass window in here. But I was worried that the light would damage my clothes. Still, I wish I had one built in.”

After reading this, you probably don’t need my help in establishing this woman’s political affiliation, but in case you do.
Guess to whose campaign Ms. Thang donated?
And then there’s this:

Also in the picture mix are Gansky with Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell.

Yup. Hypocrite, with a capital “H.”