Wouldn’t this keep you up at night?
You know when you read a daft article title because you’ll often have to read it twice and give the screen a good huh?
So I’m guessing with this one, you may have just done that. Affecting your sleep? What? How can that be a thing now? I promise I haven’t jumped off the deep end into a millennial soap drama but that this might actually be something that is perhaps affecting you too.
When you scroll through Pinterest’s dream wardrobes, more than often it will be filled with gorgeous white and glass open storage, hello clothes, I love you. I too have pinned a load of these images and mooned over them like a teenage boy over a pin up model but here’s the thing, if you like most of these Pinterest wardrobes can have a whole room dedicated to your clothes than yeah, I can see where you are coming from. I too would want that also! And in our old flat I could have pretty much had that.
The only difference is I’m not in my flat anymore toto and a girl has to share her wardrobe, with her bedroom and by extension her husband. But not literally, thank god. The man has forty superhero T-shirts alone.
So lets talk this thing out, we actually have an open wardrobe in our bedroom. When we bought our house in 2015 there was an awful lot we had to do and fix before we could move in. Standing in an entirely pink bedroom I’ll be honest I was pretty overwhelmed. We had just moved from a modern, built in the 2000’s flat where magnolia was the colour of choice, although not to our taste going from that to being plunged into a poorly unkept 70’s house which still had some of its original carpet and wallpaper was a strange transition. So in our bedroom we had pink stained carpet, that a hireable carpet cleaner couldn’t clean, light pink (read: luminous) walls and a wall length wardrobe filled with floral wallpaper and fronted by three easily stuck, mirror panelled doors.
They could have stayed I guess, but the carpet could not, especially after I fell into an unexpected hole in our bedroom. But here was the thing, one was broken floor to ceiling and more than that, how was a girl to get to her clothes when the doors got stuck and made a screeching noise a kin to a shrieking banshee?
After yanking up the carpets to find the hole and discovering to our utter joy, a varnished hardwood floor we took stock of the wardrobes. Those doors have got to go. Running off of brown metal runners we had a good hour of trying to disengage the mirrored doors from the room and once we had we suddenly had what we have now, an open wardrobe.
Me and my mum-in-law Sarah spent the rest of the day stripping the wallpaper and saturating the ancient plaster with cheap, deluxe white paint. Although it determinedly peeled in areas, it’s turned out pretty well. On the one room length shelf I have it stacked with white boxes filled with shoes, I really should chuck because they’ve not been worn since moving in and underneath a three quarters length of the room rail with as many clothes as I can squash onto it, underneath more shoes and an Ikea chest of drawers which are apparently child killers and beside that more shelves which are the most awkward size imaginable and in all honesty a complete waste of space.
I’m not entirely convinced that I have less space than I did before but it does frustrate me an awful lot more. Perhaps I should just be honest with myself and tell myself like I got shamed for the other day that I shop too much, but I’m not one to give into peer pressure.
The problem is not the space, it’s bloody room length, if that’s not enough space than perhaps I have become more Jessica Simpson than Jessica Hawkins but here is the thing, a poorly organised wardrobe is always going to fail you. It’s why Josh has finally agreed to the Ikea trip to end all Ikea trips, to the build-your-own-pax wardrobe system and yes, he is up for it this month so stay tuned.
For our sleep though it is more than that, it is the fact that a poorly designed wardrobe can easily be hidden from view with doors. A few months down and we bought a curtain to hide the massacre, but like old style videos hidden behind the curtain in blockbuster, it’s not going to stop anything after a while.
Now, in fact both curtains are tied up on themselves so we can hoover more easily but then they are ineffectual because when we put our heads down at night the glaring mess is all we can see!
Reverting to the flat, we made a rule for ourselves after a while, no mess in the bedroom, this is a sanctuary and sanctuary are quickly invaded by junk, not to call my well amassed closet as junk but it is stressful to look at and once we did this, sleep was so much easier.
Even now when I clean up the wardrobe and actually put down the curtains we get some respite from the mess that I have created but it has made us stop and think seriously about how mess can affect your mental state. Right now I am writing this in our office and it is a mess, to be sure! I was pretty good with my half for a while but now it is a little stressful, at least in this case we can close the door on it and walk away but your bedroom is used so often that there is no shutting the door.
As I’ve mentioned we have had enough of our wardrobe invading our sleep and making us feel like horders. We are taking it by the cardigan sleeves and getting it hidden away but I guess I wonder, is it just an us thing? Or is the open wardrobe more for looks than reality?