No Lion, No Witch, but Check out the Wardrobe…

One challenge presented by living in a house that was built in 1903 is that there. is. never. enough. storage.  EVER.  So I’ve been looking for a reasonably priced wardrobe for my office/the guest room for some time.  The eyes have been peeled.  Antique stores, flea markets, craigslist.  Then in August, I found a listing for this wardrobe that had been posted by an antique store on craigslist.  Sweet.  The store was in a small town about 25 miles away from us.  One pretty blue-sky Friday when we were both off, my husband and I decided it was a nice day for a drive and that we’d go take a look-see.  She was quite down-at-the-heels when we found her.  The shop owner dropped the already not unreasonable price an extra $50 when I pointed out specific condition issues that I had reservations about.  That did it for me —just a bit of wheedling to my husband who wasn’t so sure she was worth it even at the lowered price, and then into the truck she went.  I figured that with a bit of spit and elbow grease I might get lucky.  At worst, I could always paint her.

The spit and elbow grease portion of events included disassembling her into 8 pieces, scrubbing the lot with hot bleachy water (scary, but trust me, it really had to be done), hauling the pieces up our narrow staircase, and reassembling everything in the right order without dismantling the entire guest room.  That reassembly business was the hardest part.  Stuff had maybe swollen a bit from the bleach bath, and popping everything back into place while working within a very limited space was challenging.  But, unlike Humpty and all of the King’s horses and men, I was able to put everything back together again.  Hooray!  Then I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed everything, inside and out, with Williamsville Wax, a natural beeswax and lemon oil furniture wax based on an 18th century formula.  I’ll admit, I was cautiously optimistic when I started, but even I was surprised by just how beautifully she shined up.

Originally, the plan was to store all of my dresses inside.  However, I hadn’t considered the measurements closely enough.  I measured, yes I did, but only with an eye towards getting her up the narrow stairs, which have a wonky overhang bit over the first three stairs.  Height is a crucial concern with those stairs.  It didn’t occur to me to check the width against the width of a regular size hanger.  Turns out that this wardrobe is too narrow for a regular hanger.  Dresses had to go in at an angle, so not that many could fit in -curses!  After wrestling with inefficiently angled hangers for a while, I had an epiphany:  skirt or child sized hangers fit perfectly.  So, all of my pants and jeans, which had been living in a dresser, got hung up in the wardrobe and I transfered in my skirts from one of the wee closets.  Then I took all of the t-shirts I’d had hanging in the wee closet and folded them up in the dresser the pants had previously occupied.  That freed up enough room for all of the dresses in the wee closet.  Plus, since the pants don’t hang down as far as the dresses did, I was able to put a shoe rack under them in the wardrobe.  I am ridiculously pleased with the results of my life-sized game of Tetris.  Et voilà!

Coats! Coats! Coats!

I love coats. Lucky thing, since it’s getting cold. Coats will probably become a regular category/post topic.  I own an absurd amount of coats, especially considering that I am just one person. But I can’t help it—I come across a delicious vintage or nearly new coat at the thrift store or for cheap on Ebay, and I just melt. Take this beauty:

I won it on Ebay for $16.99.  Even with shipping from Canada, it still didn’t top $30 total.  The leather is buttery soft, the fit is unreal —it looks almost custom, it’s so good, and it works whether I wear it as a jacket or as a layer under a cape or wrap.  Plus, I rather like that it is brown rather than black —I feel like I see this sort of fitted, moto-style leather jacket way more often in black.  This brown gives it a pleasingly Amelia Earhartish vibe that I dig.  Don’t get me wrong, if, say, a black leather Rick Owens jacket, like this baby here:

http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/p/Rick-Owens-Leather-Jacket-Draped-Shoulder-Top-Jackets-Coats/prod74620003/?ecid=BGCIFroogleFeed&003=5842946&010=B1G24&ci_src=14110944&ci_sku=prod67260010skuBLACK

were to turn up in my closet tomorrow, I wouldn’t say no, believe you me. But since I am without an extra $2700 lying around, I’m going to continue feeling styley and lovely and Amelia in my online auction find!

“Time hurries on…

and that leaves that are green, turn to brown”.

But when you’re lucky, they turn red, orange, yellow, or purple first!  Although it has been an unusually wet autumn this year, the upside to that is that the colors have been lovely.  And I’m going to digress- or at least meander here a second- and say that I can see why death and sex sometimes get sort of intertwined.  (Like how the French for orgasm is la petite mort. Or the duel nature of the word fall…to fall from an innocent state…or Fall, the season.)  In Autumn, Nature herself seems to give a beautiful bloody orgasm before dying for the winter.

The odd 70 degree day we had on Tuesday seemed like a mocking memory of Summer….Fall is almost gone and Winter is just around the corner.  Today she’s cracking an icy whip.  Still at a distance, but there is a wind and a chill and a crisp in the air that says Winter is coming soon.  Good bye, Autumn!