I’ve got a brand new closet! I’ve got a brand new closet! (Sing those lines to the tune of “I’ve got a golden ticket” from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, and you’ll understand the party in my head right now^_^) My closet makeover was such a success I can hardly stop staring at it. I blogged about some of the issues that I had been having with the closet in this post here. In a nutshell, my relatively good-sized closet had become a disorganized dumping ground, partly because I lacked appropriate storage, and partly because I could just swing shut an unwieldy pair of doors and call it a day. In less than the amount of time I usually spend watching a Friends marathon, I emptied, painted, organized, and refilled the closet. I also took the time to sort through our seasonal clothes and pack away the summer ones in boxes under our bed (Before you think I’m late in doing this- remember where I live! Here in the South-Midwest we’ve only had a few weeks of “Winter” weather so far. So I’m not really that behind:P)
order to torture you some more case you don’t remember (as if the image wasn’t already burned into enough retinas), here’s what I started with:
Step 1, admit you have a problem (and need help. and medication. and probably alcohol, before tackling this project)
Step 2, clear everything out so you can see what you’re working with.
Step 2.5, ignore the train wreck this project makes the rest of your house.
Step 3, paint the sh*t out of that closet.
Step 4, put all the pretties back in and take lots of pictures.
Thoughts? So far, the jury’s out on whether or not it makes the room look BIGGER. I purposely decided on the peacock blue to create an eclectic, bohemian vibe, sort of like what you might feel upon wandering into a vintage boutique. The darker blue is definitely cozy & striking! My coral and orange handbags and bright-colored boots really pop against the closet walls. Presentation is everything:)
Step 5, curl up on the bed and stare at the dreamy new closet you created.
P.S. Yes, The Hubs is aware that I have now taken over approximately 90% of the house with froo-froo girliness. See, we have an unspoken agreement (silence is concession, right?). I let him do whatever the hell he wants in our garage, and I get the house! Plus he gets 5 out of the 9 dresser drawers in our closet, so that’s more than fair, right? 😉
P.P.S. …have I mentioned that when I’m happy, he’s happy?