I love my closet. We have more than double the space we used to have.
This dressing table is wonderful because our bathroom has a pedestal sink and no counter space. So, all of my supplies go in here. Although, since I’m not that girly of a girl, only 3 of the drawers have stuff in them. Is that sad?
The outlet underneath this table only works if the closet light is turned on. It is not unusual for me to plug in my curling iron, and come back ten minutes later with it still cold because I forgot to flip on the light. You’ve got to love Pemberley’s ancient electrical system. It keeps us on our toes.
Mr. Darcy gets the drawers underneath, because I love them… they are fabulous for storage, but they squeak LOUDLY every time they’re pulled out. I have severe noise allergies (that’s what I’m calling it) that make me break out into hives whenever exposed to high pitched squeaking sounds. It is very serious. I have to keep an epi-pen on hand because when people discover my noise aversion, they think it is funny to chase me around with styrofoam or purposely scrape their fork across their plate. And then I stab them with the epi-pen for revenge.
So, that’s it… the closet. It’s a thing of beauty. (Well, mostly. I need to take down the wallpaper and drapes, and put in new light fixtures, but that’s not happening till the end of the year.)