I once came across an article somewhere that said if a person's home is a true reflection of their character, then a person's closets are a look into the inner workings of their soul. A little deep for Dr. office waiting room reading, but as someone who spends a lot of time thinking about their home it caught my attention. If my home is beautiful but my closet is a jumbled confusion, does that mean I'm really just walking through life with a mask on. Or is the closet supposed to be the place you shove everything in, shut the door and forget about.
A big believer in the 'eye on the prize' life motto, this spread from Domino (April 07 if my notes are correct), is what I aspire to. The mirrored doors, the color coded sweaters, the neatly lined rows of shoes--ahh, heaven. What would this kind of closet say about a person? During a recent move, I flagged this spread in the Idea Files, determined to do a small scale version. And so began my month long trial and tribulation of a new closet.
I recently moved into a house in which all the closets had been redone with a very popular line of customizable closet organizers. In my eager to decorate anticipation, this seemed like a great selling point. Until unpacking day came and I quickly realized that my closet had been designed with child sized proportions. The configuration was all wrong, my clothes dragged on the ground, it was a jumbled mess.
I took all the pieces apart, laid them on the floor and did my best to reconfigure to my needs. I made trips to the store, google researched best layouts, bought more pieces that I later discovered were not compatible with my 'older version' pieces. Each day ended more frustratingly worse than the next with me giving up and throwing all the clothes back in a big pile on the floor.
I know that many, many people are devotees of my closet organizer system. I know this because during the weeks I've been complaining about my useless closet, you have been telling me. Even during late-night, frazzled phone calls, people touted the greatness of this system. I will take your word for it that they are extraordinary, when you buy the system customized for yourself. But all I wanted to do was hang my dresses up and not have them drag on the floor, is that too much to ask. I think not. Why can't I happily skip through (ok, in front of) my closet, a la Celerie Kemble (below).
Last night was a do or die standoff between me and my so-called closet. I was not stopping until my hangers were in. One more trip to the store (for parts that ended up not working), two mini-meltdowns, and one saving grace of a roommate later, we jerry-rigged together a system that is functional. I'll have to make it stunningly beautiful later, but after a month of clothing on the floor, this is beautiful to me.
So beautiful in fact, we celebrated with a cocktail. Cheers to the new closet!