Armoir Organisation

This weekend, whilst on a self-imposed ban from Facebook and staring blankly at the walls wasting my time, I finally got round to tidying up the out-of-control mess that is my wardrobe. Other than boredom, this process was born mainly out of necessity, as getting dressed in the morning was beginning to be a little difficult and even to impede on my dress sense (but more on that tomorrow, in the slightly more text-based follow-up to this post).

However whilst tidying up, I began to marvel at the beauty of my wardrobe, the piece of furniture itself, not the clothes inside it. Of course, it's not hard to beat my previous clothes storage system, which comprised of four plastic baskets which weren't even located in my bedroom. But there's a vintage charm to my current armoir which makes any problems with not enough space, or not being able to close unimportant.

I love the unfinished white paint of the wardrobe, which was bought off eBay and had to be smashed apart, reassembled and re-painted in order to transport it.

I love the quirky little labels which are completely inappropriate to my modern day usage of the storage space. I love the hanging room it provides for clothes I want to show off.


Would it be wrong to love one's wardrobe more than they loved the clothes inside?

Next I will be thinking about the possible effects a person's clothing storage system might have on their style, or vice versa. For now, I'd love to see the wardrobes of all you gorgeous bloggers! Call it the nosy side in me, but consider yourself tagged (yes, ALL of you).