As I alluded to earlier, my son’s nursery had a previous life as my “dressing room”. That meant it housed my closet, vanity, a long bureau and a lingerie chest. And then things had to change. Things like my belly. And my room.
I am fortunate enough to be friends with a former student’s mom who is a closet artiste at Closet and Storage Concepts. I live in a 90 year old house. Apparently, 90 years ago, people didn’t wear much clothing. Our closets are teeny tiny. But the largest in our home happened to be in my dressing room/son’s nursery. So my friend, as a professional, came out and designed for me a custom closet that I would continue to use once the room was converted into the blue, warm and fuzzy nursery that it is today. My justification was that I was having a boy, he would not have long dresses to hang (at least not for several years, if he chose to, at that point), so I could get away with using it. And I will tell you, it has worked out fabulously well.
So, look. Here’s another photo of my son’s room.
And you’d never know that lurking inside is…
All of the items in my former lingerie chest were moved into my bedroom when I found this most fantastic, antique, gold painted piece at Resellers Consignment Gallery. Since our budget for this project was limited, I just so happened to luck out and find this piece at 50% off.
Just to give you a frame of reference, this now also serves as my husband’s night table. Our bedroom will be featured soon, I promise. Consider this your sneak peak.
So here it is, one of the most intimate things I will post on this site; it may not be perfect in it’s neatness, but it meets my needs perfectly. Occasional mis-matched hangers and all.