When Ben and I built this house I knew I wanted an amazing closet. You know, the one that you find on Pinterest and drill through a bag of salty goodness {whatever your vice may be} and then realize that your bag of Pirate’s Booty is gone…. And so is that dream that will never come true. Why is it that we do this? I mean, why can’t we peel the picture off of the magazine and place it with the four walls we call our home? We just need to stop. We need to stop telling ourselves that these things can’t be possible. Our dreams ARE possible and they are within reach. We just need to figure out how to get there. And so the story begins…
On June 15, 2013 we sign on the dotted line for a house with zero closets. I mean, there was a room. But there wasn’t a single shelf, rod, basket… nada. So, I agreed. I told my hubby I would hang my clothes off of 2×4’s. Yes.. two by fours for a full year while we saved up. Little do you know my hubby majored in Tetris. You know, that degree where you figure out how to fit as much “crap” into a small space and make it work. This was beyond ridiculous; but you just wait for it. He built this contraption out of giant saw horses that made to look like a giant tee pee. See Exhibit A:
I made him promise me this wouldn’t last more than a year. Thank God he’s a man of his word. So, we did what every couple did without an ounce of reality…. We called up California Closets and got a quote. {Gulp.} Five. Thousand. Dollars. Are you kidding me?? My clothes aren’t even worth $5000!!!! And half of the clothes I have in my closet are from high school and college… I’m just holding onto all hope that ONE day I may fit into them again. Heck NO. No way. Back to the drawing board.
When a mountain climber meets a mountain what does he do…. He climbs. So I got out my paper and I began to draw. Slowly but surely my vision began to become a reality. I envisioned it lifted off of the ground… Like a piece of furniture.
I then pictured symmetrical sections on each side to keep balance. With two of my hanging light fixtures from my very first apartment in Indianapolis from 2006. I believe, in order make a room truly tell a story you must marry the old with the new. I also knew I wanted bead board behind the walls. I had to give it depth… Texture. I had to play into the richness of textures even though I knew my wardrobe likely wouldn’t represent.
And the sections… How would I divide out the space to maximize storage without it feeling “too” heavy? And how would I get all of those dresses in this closet from the “13 weddings and counting” that I had been in in years past? Okay, maybe not thirteen… but I have a lot of organza on my hands people!! You have no idea. Meet my solution…
This is the moment where my husband questioned our union of marriage. Okay, I could be exaggerating… But he knows when I get an idea in my head. It’s nearly impossible to shake it. I then said this…
“What if, perhaps, Benny Boo Boo, we could take this thing to the ceiling…”
“It IS to the ceiling.”
“No, I mean, to the ceiling?? Crown molding, 6″ trim, a 12″ header….. Like to THE ceiling”
“Whatever you’re dreaming up in your mind, take a good picture. Because there is NO way that’s happening…”
Exhibit B 😉
Thank GOD, after seven years he can read my mind. Because, he hit the nail on the head. This was it. Trimmed to perfection. It was just as I had imagined… BETTER than my Pinterest Dream.
Every detail finished matters…. Just like in life. It’s the details that count.
And the boxes awaiting to house their new HOME goods.
Here, the lighting that tells a story… With soft scaping to balance the hard scaped shelves and drawers.
Trim that adds height and vertical dimension. With hardware that is completely opposite: Slender, thin and horizontal.
The good news. A beautiful closet. The bad news. I had to sell all of my clothes to make this a reality.
Okay, maybe not. I wouldn’t have a job if that were the case. But I will tell you, I made this dream come to life for less than half of what California Closets quoted us. What does this mean, California Closets can go back to California and my clothes…. They can come back HOME. XO