It's time to start filling you in on the third-floor master suite, and for this one, we are going to go room by room. In part because a lot of the spaces are still shy of completed!
Today I'm going to talk about our closets. Because anyone who has lived in an old building knows, closet space is at a serious premium. When the buildings were built, everyone used armoires and other storage furniture, and while owners over the years have added some closets, they are small and minimally useful at best.
When our bedroom was on the first floor, I had all my stuff crammed into the closet in that room, you know the kind of space, bifold doors, one long rod across, one long shelf above. The space under the hanging clothes filled with an amalgam of bins and shelves, trying desperately to make everything fit, and stay organized, to little avail. My poor Charming Suitor was relegated to the even smaller closet in the guest room across the hall, making due with that and his antique highboy dresser. When we moved from the first-floor bedroom into the basement eighteen months ago, we temporarily converted our former bedroom into a shared dressing room, somewhat better, but still makeshift and frustrating, impossible to keep really organized, dark and dreary, and a constant source of disappointment and annoyance.
So when we designed the third-floor suite, we knew we would each get a proper dressing room. Since my CS is seriously amazing, he let me have the larger of the two available spaces, recognizing that the volume of shoes alone wouldn't fit in the smaller room. He gets major gold star hubby points for sure on this one, since my dressing room is probably about 30% bigger, and his has a corner cut off on the diagonal for the window, which adds to the complexity of space planning. And since he is a dapper gent, with no shortage of his own clothes and shoes to store, and he is the one who gets up every day to get really dressed for work, so he could easily and validly have argued for the bigger space himself. Especially since I spend 55% of my days in stretchy pants and long-sleeved t-shirts, one step up from pajamas, to commute one floor down to sit and make stuff up all day. But as ever, he spoils me, and while he will point out to everyone that his space is smaller, he really is thrilled that I get to have my girly sanctuary.
Originally we had visions of built-in closets like you see in all of the magazines. Mine would be spunky and bright, like a luxury department store, with all the bells and whistles, fabulous matching display shelves for my darling shoes, purse storage, an island for accessory wrangling, a window seat bench with tall boot storage beneath. CS dreamed of manly wood, with sliding pants organizers, and those awesome little pull-out rods for organizing clothes before a business trip. We'd both make use of the ceiling height to fully maximize storage.
And then we met with the closet people.
This is where things went a bit sideways. Two of the four companies we met with never got back to me with bids. Not even after two follow up emails and a phone message each to remind them that we were waiting on their ideas and pricing. The other two companies came back fairly quickly with designs. And an estimated cost so incredibly high that we thought perhaps they had misplaced the decimal point. Knowing that we were on a very tight budget, the suggested designs were as basic as they come, none of the fancies, none of the special, in both cases just a combination of hanging rods, open shelving, and some shoe storage. And even pared down like that? You could buy a brand new Honda Civic with all the bells and whistles for what they wanted to build out these two spaces with laminated particle board. Not even real wood!
We took a breath. Because in this house? While we obviously aren't above spending money (ahem, elevator), we have made every decision based on ultimate value. Every line item has to pass the orange test, i.e. Is the juice worth the squeeze? We have passed on finishes and fixtures that would have been gorgeous, but just too expensive to justify. (someday, silver-leafed accent wall, you might be mine...) We have invested heavily in infrastructure, in engineering, in creating a house that will function and grow with us for the rest of our lives. But built-out custom closets at the cost of a family sedan? Not so much.
Now we are furniture people, and had been making due with an amalgam of pieces up until now, so we took stock of all of the storage items we already owned. The items that could be repurposed or reimagined. I went back to my theater roots and bought a pair of used industrial Z-racks, the rolling two-tier hanging racks that theaters use to organize costumes, from our wonderful upholsterer Beth Laske-Miller who was reimagining her work studio. Are they gorgeous? Nope. Are they über functional? You betcha.
The big move upstairs was this past weekend. The space is 95% finished, done enough that we can live up there while the punch list is finished up. A big part of the past couple of days involved putting together our dressing rooms. Do they look like a magazine? Nope. Do they look like a luxury department store? Not in the least. But they do look like those small charming independent boutiques you find in adorable neighborhoods, the ones where a sassy proprietress will dig through a rack and find you something unique and fabulous.
They aren't as maximized in terms of storage as they would have been, the height of the rooms aren't quite utilized to their fullest, but most of our respective stuff is in them and it is a massive improvement. And there is something ultimately charming about them both. They look like us, instead of looking like everyone. And if that means that we still have to swap out tubs of clothes and shoes seasonally, so be it. I do think someday we will revisit the idea of building-out CS's dressing room, since he is bearing the brunt of the inconvenience, and ultimately, getting him better organization, and especially taking advantage of the ceiling height will make a huge difference for him. But I don't know that I will ever do mine. I'm sort of in love with the cobbled-together feel of it, and while I might swap out a piece here or there, I think I might just stick with the unique!
So, let's start with CS's room...
We painted it a very masculine deep brown called Otter from Sherwin-Williams, I know some people think dark colors in small spaces make the walls feel like they are closing in, but I disagree. I think it makes them cozy, and with white on the ceiling and white on the trim, it is very elegant. CS got one of the two Z-racks and it literally holds everything he has on a hanger on one unit! Sports coats and suits on the bottom, shirts, pants and vests up top. The little antique settee is wood and black leather and terribly mens-club.
|the view from the door|
|Antique high boy|
|The finished room!|
And now, for my space...
Never one to be shy, I wanted a bold color in here, and Dynamo from Sherwin-Williams was a hit. The deep magenta color pops against the white ceiling and trim and just makes me happy. The rug is a very old one, and I adore the patina and the way the colors play off each other.
|The view from the door|
|Have a seat!|
|So. Many. Sweaters.|
|Thank god for the Z rack! I still get some street cred with my theater peeps.|
This little metal shelving unit used to be inside my closet downstairs, and while it isn't the prettiest, it does work really well for overflow shoe wrangling in a small space. If I ever come across a vintage wood bookshelf I might swap it out, just to keep the overall theme.
Lucky for me, while I love a good bag, I hate being overly encumbered, so the majority of my purses are clutch size, which meant almost all of them fit neatly into this large tray that I used to use for clearing up after parties.
|Time to accessorize!|
|I know, the shoe thing is a problem.|
|Boom. Matching Kleenex holder.|
THE KLEENEX HOLDER. I mean, COME ON. You get it, right? I totally had to have them. The lady selling them informed me that they were originally from the home of the people who owned the Finkl steel plant of blessed memory. So not only do we have a complete set of perfect condition 1970s era accoutrements, they also have wonderful Chicago history! I haggled down to $45 for the set, and CS agreed that I could bring them home as long as I put them somewhere he would never have to look at them. So into my dressing room they went. They are still kind of horrible, but for some reason I just love them, they make me smile. Plus they look sort of insane against the deep magenta of the walls, in a good way.
So there you have it! Necessity being the mother of invention and all that, I'm awfully pleased with how they turned out!
Coming up soon-ish, more rooms from upstairs and an elevator update!
Yours in Good Taste, (except for the hamper set)