Lately, this house has seemed like a burden. The maintenance and improvement projects are expensive, time-consuming, and never-ending. My initial infatuation with all the charm is starting to fade and I'm coming to the realization that we bought a very old fixer-upper. The roof still leaks, the crawlspace is damp and needs to be sealed, and a piece of plywood has been serving as a kitchen island for the last 6 months. Do I regret buying this house? Well, sorta. Sometimes. With so many projects that were either half-finished or unattainable, James and I needed something to make us feel like we hadn't made a huge mistake. So we focused on one of the smallest rooms in the house: the closet.
When we moved in, the master closet was not a welcoming place. Two of the walls were covered in lead paint, the other two were simply sheets of OSB, the floor was covered in a rough-cut piece of greenish carpeting, and mismatched wire shelving was thrown up half-heartedly. For the past two years we've treated the room like a black hole where things are thrown in, the door is shut, and nothing ever comes out. So, the first step was going through each item and deciding what would end up in the renovated closet. I started out tentatively (see my previous post about how I love collecting...), but then I got ruthless and it felt great. The next day, the local thrift shop ended up with several boxes bursting with clothing and accessories.
With the closet emptied, the fun part began: demolition. The old shelving and carpet was removed and immediately trashed. This closet used to be part of a bathroom so there were some holes in the floor and wall where pipes had once been. James cut new boards and fit them perfectly into the holes. Next, the OSB walls were removed and drywall was put in its place. A couple coats of white paint were put on all the walls and some polyurethane was put on the floor to freshen up the space. It was finally starting to look like a room with purpose. For the shelving, a custom fitted Elfa system from The Container Store held what remained from the great clothing purge.
Now, the closet isn't just a place where old sweatshirts go to die. It's a reminder that somewhat simple changes can have a great impact in my daily routine. We can actually complete a home renovation project. My kitchen utensils are still sitting in a bin in my living room and will be there for a while longer, but my dresses and sweaters are hung in a beautifully finished room. Do I regret buying this house? No. Not right now, at least.