This post is part II in my multi-part series called the Thrifted Home Tour. I am showing off different rooms of my house to display how thrifted items can be worked into the décor to be useful and inspiring items. Partially it’s because I’d love to promote my vintage Etsy shop, and partially because that’s just how I roll. You can find part I here.
I’m actually far from done as far as closet decoration goes. One of the items on my Life List is to pimp my closet. What does that mean, exactly? I want to go all out and paint and wall paper and buy all wooden hangers so my closet isn’t just functional, but a thing of beauty. Ideally, I’d want to put in a skylight, but I doubt I will ever have the money to make that happen. A girl can dream, though.
Onto the closet! I particularly love decorating small spaces. I usually have so many ideas that the minimum of options a small space provides is actually very helpful. And I have a great closet. It’s not huge, but it’s a nice size and it has the perfect built-in organization. If we ever move I’m going to replicate what we have in this closet (if possible) because it suits my needs perfectly.
This shelf is mostly for Anthony’s things, some bracelets, things he removed from his pockets, ear buds, glasses, that kind of thing. That white milk glass dish is the absolute perfect size and shape for accumulating pocket change. Once it starts getting full we raid it for burrito or ice cream money. The lovely lady in the photo is Anthony’s sister, in a beautiful vintage frame. The vintage alarm clock works when wound and the hands glow in the dark. Perhaps one of my favorite finds EVER is the vintage BART plate. For those of you not familiar with San Francisco, the BART is kind of like the subway for the Bay Area. It’s most useful for commuters who live well outside the city as a quick way to travel to it. I used to ride the BART quite frequently. My friends and I would drive halfway to SF and hop on the BART in Pleasanton and speed into the city in about 45 minutes. Once in SF we’d wander around the city on foot or via MUNI. I haven’t done that since I developed Crohn’s disease because the walking is too much for me, but we used to do it all the time. One of my Dad’s favorite jokes is about the Fresno Area Rapid Transit system.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Apparently the worst possible time to be on the BART is after the Oakland Raiders have lost a game. God help you if you are ever around a mob of pissed Raiders fans in Oakland. Terrifying.
Anyway, this is about the greatest vintage commemorative plate I’ve ever found because not only does it celebrate the BART but it’s done in a font and in a style that is evocative of Star Trek. I started geeking out everywhere when I saw this plate, and still geek out to a degree every time I see it in the closet. I might have to be buried with it.
Our closet has enough space to fold sweaters, hang pants, coats and dresses, and hold all of our shirts. I wish I had decorative boxes for my shoes, but I don’t. (When we can afford to closet-pimp, it will happen.) Below the coats you can see our light and dark colored clothes hampers. They used to look really nice until the cats realized they make excellent scratching posts. I have a large plastic tub next to the hampers that I call my ‘memory box.’ It stores all the things from my life that I will eventually scrapbook or store in some better way. It’s 99% photographs that need to be scanned at the moment.
Above my coats and the shelf that holds my sweaters I have boxes that contain our wedding albums, Anthony’s diploma and a vintage tin that I use constantly. That vintage tin holds all the buttons and snippets of thread that come with your clothes. I keep it in my closet as opposed to my sewing box because it’s a lot less of a pain in the ass. When I find extra buttons, I’m usually in my closet, and the only way I’ll be sure it keep them if I need them is if they’re convenient. The vintage tin is not only convenient, but it’s adorable as well.
To the left of my coats I have my jewelry area. Whereas Anthony had the BART tray shelf I have this one to hold all of my jewelry. I really don’t have a lot of jewelry, actually, but I have collected a lot of vintage dishes and boxes to hold what I do have. Little vintage dishes for desks or jewelry organization are probably my favorite thing to shop for. The blue box is a bento box I got in Japan town on my honeymoon (excellent jewelry storage!) and the black lacquer box belonged to my Grandma. She served as a military nurse in Korea and brought this home as a memento.
Above the shelf I have a straw star I got at local Skandinavian cultural heritage festival (RIP Skandifest), my faerie wings from halloween, a vintage gold frame, a door hanger, and a blue good luck eye that I bought in Half Moon Bay one year. That floral polyester scarf is going to end up in my Etsy shop one of these days. Really. I’m not… going… to keep it… I swears.
The shelf also holds other useful things like undergarments, swimwear, hats and gloves. The plastic boxes are not at all cute and will be changed when I pimp my closet.
Next to the shelf is a belt or tie rack that was there when we moved in. Super useful it is, too. Not very attractive, of course, but it’s useful.
I hang my two bathrobes (one vintage) on the inside of my closet door and occasionally use that hook for purse storage. I will definitely change out this hook when it comes time to pimp this room because it’s not a perfect fit over the door which prevents the closet from closing all the way. That’s okay for now, though, as Isobel likes to shut herself in the closet and I never worry she’ll get locked in.
We did add these wooden pegs to the closet. They were very cheap and we got them at one of those huge home supply and hardware stores. This is where I keep the majority of my purses and scarves. I keep a very well-edited closet and if it doesn’t fit then it doesn’t stay. Rutheless! I know. But the organization keeps me happy and ideally I only keep and wear the stuff that I really, really love.
What closet storage methods are your favorite? What could you not live without? What never really did it for you? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.