I myself have 12 hats, and each one represents a different personality. Why just be yourself?
~ Margaret Atwood
When I first moved in with my husband, he did the most “Big” thing he could do to make a Carrrie like me swoon. He turned a spare room into my closet. Are my Sex and the City friends with me on this? A room was now my closet. In all fairness, he was probably more motivated by the fact that I was taking over all his closet/drawer space, than displaying a grand romantic gesture, but it worked. You would have thought he’d given me the biggest diamond.
Instead of built-in drawers and shoe walls, it was really more of a let’s stick up some poles from Home Depot and throw in a spare dresser. However, it was a space just for my things to live, which still makes me smile every morning.
During the hardwood floor project that I will now begin to call the “How Long Before Pete Gets Thrown Off a Bridge” project, I realized how many beautiful hats that I’ve collected and was sad that I’d forgotten about a few because they were stuffed into boxes.
So, I laid them out on the floor and arranged them. I began to start measuring and lining things up on the wall when I realized that I wanted it to be a little more free-form. I didn’t want them to be as neat as the wall gallery downstairs. I wanted them to look as though I had hung them up as I acquired them. I’m usually pretty spastic about things lining up perfectly, but I have to say that I like how it turned out.
Just in time for me to add this beauty to the collection.