Jens and I have never had a proper wardrobe for our clothes.
When we lived in our apartment, before the kids, we had our underwear in plastic bags hung on hangers in a small cramped cupboard. It was charming in a “Trainspotting“- sort of way. For some reason that lazy ass routin followed us to the house and we focused on painting things pink instead of dealing with our storage.

But now, 14 years later, we finally spent some money on very nice built in closet with sliding doors. You can see part of it above. Frank has claimed it as his though.
Today IΒ΄m tormenting IsabelleΒ to help me decide on what shade of color I should paint it in.