This is a post about closets. I’m not kidding. We have SIX closets in our new apartment. Sssssiiiixxxx closets. We have more closet space in our new place than we had total square footage in our last apartment. I know it takes some audacity to write and post photos about my closet space. Why would closets even be interesting? Why would I write a post about it? Who cares about my closets? This is becoming one of those drivel strewn, self obsessed, masturbatory blogs about my feeeeelings, isn’t it? Yes, it is. And about closets, too.
Right. So, we just spent the past couple of years getting rid of all our crap. Our trajectory with apartments in Portland was going from larger to smaller, from 1100 square feet on Hawthorne, to 860 square feet on Mississippi, to 533 square feet downtown. As we got smaller and smaller, we sold and got rid of more and more stuff. At first it was easy, then it got harder and harder. I had to examine my attachment to my stuff. Did I want to keep something for sentimental reasons? Because I paid a lot for it? Because it still might be useful one day in the future?
And now, we live in 1,600 square feet. It’s ridiculous. We could install a bowling lane down the middle of our house. We have more storage space than God. And after all our downsizing, we still have a remarkable amount of stuff. But our little apartment furniture looks rather spartan in all this space.
Nevertheless, I’m going to show you photos.
The whole front wall of our place has quirky built in shelves. The big middle space is supposed to be for a TV. But ha, we’re hippie weirdos and we don’t have a TV. These are the remainder of our books on these shelves. They are mostly about Oregon, camping, alternative architecture and cook books. We got rid of the other 90% of our books.
Yes, I’m showing you the restroom. Because: 1. It has a window. I’m not in love with glass bricks, but I’m in love with having a window in the bathroom. On a sunny afternoon, it’s flooded with light, and it feels like a real, adult bathroom. I also love, love, love the white washed boards on the ceiling. This feels beachy or cabiny to me, both of which make me very happy.
People. Seriously. This closet is bigger than our entire sleeping area in our last apartment. We don’t even know what to do with this. We have two walls with clothing racks and three built in shelves. As you can tell, this is a work in progress. And this is just one closet. We both have our stuff in here. We have a whole other room, the same size, that is just for Dave. Because his idea of putting things away is to throw them on the floor.
Also, right there, you are looking at the longest kitty tail on the planet.
We have a closet just for camping gear. We have a closet just for towels. We have a whole damned utility room for the vacuum and brooms. We have HIS and HERS coat closets.
You didn’t think I was kidding about “putting away” = “throw on the floor” thing, did you?
And finally, a windowsill full of succulent plants, happy in their new west facing window.
I’ve been tending these little cactus and succulents for a couple years now. I like them because they are like little growing sculptures. They are also the only vaguely vegetal objects I can have in the house that the cat won’t eat and puke up later.
You know what that makes me? It makes me very, very, happy.