Now before you start to think I'm a hoarder, hear me out. I am typically a very tidy person. In fact, some people (ahem, Micah) would even say I have OCD tendencies. But this spare bedroom was the perfect spot to stack my boxes after moving...and store the tubs of out of season clothes...and then other various items I wasn't quite sure where to place just yet. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and finally Micah said, "Holly, you can only use the 'I just moved' excuse for so long." It became a joke about when I would finally clean out that room.
A few weeks ago, I decided to turn my nightmare into a dream -- a roomy walk-in closet. I ordered an industrial grade wardrobe rack on wheels and got to work. After a few hours of throwing out various items, attaching a mirror to my dresser (which was not so easy to do solo), and organizing all my clothes and shoes, I was left with this:
And this:
And this:
Micah built the awesome necklace display above my wardrobe rack. He made it with a ledge so that I could display the postcards I collected during my time abroad in grad school. The shelving in the closet where I keep my shoes was already there. I decided to use a rolling wardrobe rack because I thought it would be nice to have something I could maneuver around, as well as keep from putting more holes into the walls than necessary. Small pieces of regularly worn jewelry are cradled in antique porcelain saucers on the dresser. I would like to paint the room, add a pretty little chandelier, and a chair, but that will all come in time. For now I will enjoy my space and continue to spin in the middle of the room, arms extended fully in glee.
