Yeah, well, almost. The closet is nicely done, but now that it’s finished, we feel the need to get nicer stuff to put in it. All our current stuff looks like crap. It used to look good, but that’s because it was in a really ugly closet.
Yeah, this is a vast departure from the before pictures (need a reminder? click here.) Now our closet is nicer than our bedroom. I’m really not kidding about that. It’s clean, it’s painted, it no longer smells funny, all the mold is gone, all the splintery paneling is gone, all the exposed beams are wrapped and covered. It’s really nice.
Thank goodness I only own one leather jacket, otherwise the closet would start to look cluttered.
That old bare light bulb with the frayed string dangling from it was really getting on my nerves. It was kind of gross to even touch it. It’s funny, I replaced it with a dirt-cheap light fixture and it looks ten times better.
And it has a freaking light switch. And the power outlet is up to code. You no longer fumble around in the dark wondering if you’re going to get electrocuted by the exposed wiring, because there are no more exposed wires! It’s all in boxes and covered by switchplates.
That shelving back there really helps. Okay, a little honesty here: we own more than one jacket. Right now you see just the one jacket hanging in there but I have to admit, while this closet is not posing for photographs it has like ten or twelve jackets hanging in it. So those shelves are a little hard to get to. Who cares?! I have shelves! It’s the back of the closet, it’s where we store crap we never need and never use.
All I really ever need is my gym backpack, and it’s front and center.
And the door is finished and installed. It’s fantastic. It was by far the easiest door install I’ve ever done. It fit perfectly! I must have measured everything correctly for once.
These hinges cost more than the door itself. I don’t skimp on hinges. I get solid brass, well machined hinges. They won’t rust, and they’ll last longer than the house will.
I really like the rough, weathered, distressed look of the wood. Some of it was artificially done (me stabbing the door with a knife, etc.) but a lot of it was purely natural. This lumber was sitting outside for about a year, and I did not treat it gently. I love the result. It has the look of old reclaimed wood from some remote corner of the world. And given that our hardware store is in a remote corner of the world, that’s not far from the truth.