In August when we moved into our new place, Michael and I had an extra smaller bedroom upstairs. After much convincing and compromising, it became my (well I guess our) closet. This is the room that I've dreamed of having since I was a little girl, especially since it's actually bigger than my childhood bedroom. (I'm still not quite sure how my younger siblings got the bigger rooms.) I have ample space for all of my clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry and I love setting up my earrings, necklaces, and other trinkets in kind of a three dimensional collage of sorts. It makes me happy every time I walk into that room to get dressed. I feel like a little kid again creating outfits and playing dress up. You can't tell from the photos but there is also my other dresser in the corner covered in plants and a shallow closet filled with shelves of all my tees, tanks, sweaters, bags, and shoes. I would have never had this much space when I lived in New York. I guess it's one of the perks of moving back to the Ocean State.