Onwards and upwards...

You know what? I really actually hate New Years. Always have. I think that as a control freak, looking forward into the abyss is very unsettling. I spent New Years eve very quietly with my dad. We watched dumb films and I was longing to go to bed at 10.30 but I stayed up so he wouldn't have to see the New Year in alone. I'm a trooper aren't I? I'm sure he was glad of my stone cold sober yawning presence.
Deep down.

My daughter and I returned from our Yorkshire trip, the Christmas decorations are down and the new term at school has begun.
There's still a wardrobe in the kitchen which I have been blissfully ignoring. My husband is on my case though now and I'll have to get cracking on it before we have a huge barney. Just need an empty day....

My neighbour is giving me her old clothes rails as they've just had a walk in wardrobe built. This is something I want to do. The clothes rails mean I can demolish the gross wardrobe that's there at the moment. I'm really surprised it hasn't collapsed on it's own. 

 In my mind, my walk in wardrobe has double doors off the bedroom, with hanging space either side...

                                                        ...chandelier. Obviously.

 

...plenty of boot storage... 

 

...leopard print carpet...

I would look just like this too. (What happened to the childs trousers?)

 

and perhaps a frivolous piece of furniture in the middle of it...

 

                                                          Somewhere to toss rejected outfits.

But what I have come to realise is this; I have been muddling walk in wardrobes with dressing rooms. To have a fabulous dressing room we'd have to sacrifice a bedroom. Boo hoo.

When I measured the space it dawned on me that double doors are not going to fit.

Which is gutting as I fell head over heels for these.

Chaise longue? Forget it. There may be space for one person to stand in the middle. If they're slim.

Chandelier? Only if I duck underneath it.   

My neighbours house is identical to ours and their walk in wardrobe is utterly gorgeous although not quite as palatial as my fantasy one. Unless the builders of our homes squeezed in some extra square footage on our side, I think I'd better get real about what I want.

Popping round with a tape measure and a camera might be a good place to start. 

Bring on the demolition!

Uh oh. Just remembered I'm forbidden to cause any more chaos until the wardrobe in the kitchen is finished. C'est la vie.