eh. Nothing to write home about.
Chris and I spent the majority of our "tool time" hustling and bustling the main living quarters, but when it came to our chamber, we were completely out of design fuel.
Our bedroom isn't very big to begin with and I doubt I could ever fit a regular dresser in there. Thus, it leaves me no choice but to work with what Mr. Lusk built; jam every article of clothing in the closet and improvise with the limited space we have.
Instead of hiding my everyday jewelry in a box, they are hung at eye level on a criss cross shaped wall shelf. Ten times out of ten, I pick a fun piece to wear off the shelf.
And since every inch of floor space in the closet is stuffed to the gills, my homeless shoes are neatly stacked on wine racks.