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Designing the closet of dreams


There I was, standing hypnotically in an empty room that was destined to become the closet of my dreams. Gazing upward to the rows of cherry wood, the empty shelves lined in sequence as I shrank beneath a wall that seemed to grow taller with such unavoidable psychotic jubilation. 
I meant to share these pictures a while back, and hopefully you'll see the hard work my mom and I put into remodeling/revamping/redesigning this room. It was really one of those surreal fantasies that feel like they'll always be just fantasies, until the very last nail solidified a realization that it had all finally come together.


Comments

ediot said…
oh my. it looks so nice. i wish i had that much space for my clothes.. but i share three closets with my boyfriend and the apartment is small too.. so it's impossible,, dream of a walk in closet..
x
wow its amazing!! very organized!
Unknown said…
Oh, my.... yeah, that would take anyone's breath away... It's so beautiful!

XOXO
Jasmin Alya said…
that is heavenly :O
Life's a shoe said…
wow you are so lucky to have your dream closet!!! I've yet to have mine! great closet!!!
el_martina said…
wow! this is a pervect closet!!!
Alison Kinsey said…
your closet is soooo AMAZING!!! i love it!
Unknown said…
Lovely! I had my closet re-done a year ago (its not a room or even a walk in) but it is quite large and it was the best money I ever spent. Seriously. Also, I'm OBSESSED with your black & white side table. Did you paint it yourself?
xo
Kara
www.thebostonista.com
NorTin shoes said…
Really impressive closet and with a wonderfull collection of shoes!
kisses
pippa said…
holy christ, bella!! totally closet envi!! one more reason to luv you
▲ FARRAH ▲ said…
Now THIS is heaven!

▲ Farrah @ DISTRIKMODE
Sara. said…
This is incredible so beautiful:)!
Leira Yann said…
I agreed with what Farrah said, This is Heaven. Love!!!!
FashionZest.com said…
omg what a closet! simply heaven :)

xoxo
Jenny from http://www.fashionzest.com

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