When we moved into our current house, the previous resident warned us about the closet room. I don't know what she actually called the room, but the small room was rendered unusable since there was a closet built into it. Put a piece of furniture in the room and the closet doors couldn't open. The other corner of the room has the heat vent on the floor. No furniture could be placed there either. When guests came we made do by putting mattresses on the floor and making mocking noises about the room. Not quite a room, not quite a closet -- thus, The Closet Room. I would regularly remind myself that one of the joys of not owning a house is that I can notice a problem, moan around about it, while never being responsible for the solution. We lived with the closet room for several years.
After multiple requests and ultimately a need for a downstairs bedroom, we finally got the closet removed from the room. In its current glory, I can fit two twin beds in it at an L to one another. Now it feels like a room with a purpose. A guest room as long as we remember not to use it as a closet. The other day I took advantage of our downstairs bedroom for a nap. Looking at the molas on the wall along with the mismatched quilts, I realized that the closet room reminded me of a vacation cabin. Not a lot of clutter, not quite matching. I may be on to something.
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