… but to me, it’s a project nearing completion.
Besides, it’s actually two closets. And it’s what you get when you have a long hallway left over after your plans have been repeatedly unplanned by reality.
Here I’m standing at the back of the second (utility) closet, looking into the nicer clothes-closet-to-be.
The clothes closet portion has a tongue-and-groove wood ceiling, which I installed yesterday (a pleasant job, for a change). And it will have proper baseboard and crown moldings.
Here I’m standing in the clothes area looking back into the utility closet.
Befitting a utility closet, it’s much more utilitarian. No wood ceiling. Non-fancy 1×4 trim. And yes, ExpatNJ, it has potential to be a short-term safe room, especially given that water and some food will be stored there. But for the moment, the two closets will be divided only by a curtain, so it’s not a secure room at all and may never be.
Here’s detail of the ceiling. I love this lightweight T&G pine. It’s attractive, inexpensive, and easy to put up. Same stuff I used on the bedroom ceiling.
The clothes closet is seven feet long and will have a customizable wall-mounted organizer plus a couple storage cabinets. The back closet is five feet long and will remain ugly as sin. But it will fit the water heater, one large steel storage rack, two small wall-mounted racks, a hanger for brooms and mops, plus enough space left over to collect random junk. Always an important function for any closet. 😉
Tomorrow I prep the floor (removing staples and old carpet bits and filling cracks), sand it lightly, and paint it gray. Then baseboard and crown moldings are all that’s left to do. Aside from hanging the bi-fold doors that have been cluttering up the house since I found them at a long-ago charity sale.
Can’t hang doors until after The Wandering Monk returns, bringing needed bits he promised last month. So let’s hope he does return. The signs look good for him making an appearance next week.
So yep, it’s just a closet to you. But to me it’s not only a project nearly done; it’s the godsend that will finally let me — after almost five years! — begin storing awkward and homeless items in their proper, and final, places.
And remember, I started out back then buying a house with not one, single closet in it. Not a coat closet. Not a bedroom closet. Not a pantry. Not a linen closet. Nada. Unless you count that unthinkable monstrosity I’ve showed you before. And you wouldn’t count that, would you?