We moved into an amazing little pioneer cabin six months ago. Built in 1889, it lacks closet space, so I have been using a spare attic-y bedroom as my dressing/pile area. It is outrageous that it took me so long, but I finally undertook the daunting task of buying (cringe) some closet organizing materials, getting the dogs off of the cozy sweater corner, and building myself a respectable place for all of my materialistic fetishes. The unveiling - is - now!
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