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I made some serious progress in my bedroom closet this past month. I feel like a big weight has been lifted off of me when I go into my new space.

But, of course, my to-do list for the closet is super long and remains with several check marks unchecked. Some such unchecked items: His and Her robe hooks, mirror hung on the wall, and computer printed but crafty-chic labels on the plastic drawer fronts.

I actually purchased items to complete my dream mini-redo. Items waiting in reserve: yards of diamond shaped, light green flowing fabric, bright white ceiling paint and a basic but NEW light fixture.

Then our news came…baby on the way…change of plans.

Neat Pete and I will most likely be doing a room switch with little ones. Three kids in one big room and us (with a King size bed) in the little room. Switching rooms means switching closets.

So, my ambition to paint the closet ceiling left as quickly as it came. New visions of shelving and extra hanger bars came in its place.

But for now, here are some photos of my closet progress.

Before and After Shots:

Operating with an organized closet has saved us so much time and energy! Thanks Masked Mommy, whoever you are, for the encouragement and opportunity to join in the De-clutter Movement.

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Closet 1: The Journey Begins

Grasping for Air…Closet Clutter

Laundry Room Redo (My First Masked Mommy Pow-Wow)

I straightened up the entryway coat closet to get my closet-mojo a flamin’ for The Masked Mommy’s Closet Pow-Wow.

Okay, I re-eeally want to post my bedroom closet but she, yes she, (I decided my bedroom closet is female), is still being tackled. Tune back in for the before and afters of la closet de bedroom.

So on with the entryway…

Before Photos:

Slumpy coats, trashy stairs and oh my the shoes...

Really? Does a motorcycle helmet need to be at a fingertips reach all winter long...in Minnesota?

The many seasons of clutterama.

After Photos:

Keeping it real clause: the white bin was just moved up a few steps...without being sorted.

Handbag storage is my new Must-Have!

The leather "cube" stores snow pants and blankets and serves as a spot to sit down during shoe removal. (The curtains are still in test mode...not meant for show)

Wire basket for mail, bins for seasonal gear, shallow wicker basket for little shoes

I used black lower case letter stickers to label each bin. j, m, r and p, of course!

May joy and peace surround you, contentment latch your door...

So I did a bit more than just my closet. My entryway coat closet just needed some breathing room so it took over a slice of the living room.

I am so glad it did!

Okay, okay! I know…here is the side-by-side top-by-bottom…

Thanks to all of you that showed your support as I geared up for the pow-wow. I am still in the mode…now if only I had a bit more time and energy.

Such is life!

Love,

Jess

I am so blessed to have a warm place to call home during these cold winter months. I am safe, sound, and generally welcomed in my home (Lord help us! Mama is throwing frying Pans Made with Steel again!).

But, what happens when home doesn’t feel warm? What if home feels like the fangs of  used books, junk piles and spoiled paint cans are ‘closing in’ for a bite?  Or what if it curiously smells like old coffee and sharpie marker ink in the laundry room, on a good day?

It can stay that way.

OR

I can do something.

What a unique place, our homes, where we can define, design, and dally in a space without reason or with a million reasons.  To me “doing something” simply means, taking a chance to make an impact while harnessing my behavior, teaching it to value what it is I am doing.

Here to Hoping…

Here is a photo taken in the middle of my “doing something” to the laundry room. I have been taking a chance, all day, amping up this room in time for The Masked Mommy’s first ever Laundry Room Pow-Wow that is on February 1st!

I am so excited to share at the Pow-Wow about my room, my hopes, and my first ever fabric mistreatments, with a bunch of other bloggers, that needed to “do something” with their own life direction (or maybe just a new decor ).