My Hiding Place

 I have always dreamed of having one of those big walk-in closets — the kind you open the door to and feel like you’ve stepped into another world. ✨

Like in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe — when the wardrobe door opens and suddenly you’re somewhere magical, unexpected, full of wonder.

That’s how I imagine it. Not just a place for clothes, but a little sanctuary. A room that feels like a secret. Soft light. Fabrics that tell stories. Shoes lined up like old friends. Colors that whisper (and sometimes sing). A space where getting dressed isn’t about impressing the world — it’s about meeting myself again. 

And maybe it’s not really about the closet at all. Maybe it’s about having a door I can close behind me… and open into something beautiful... 

I like to see everything I own in one single space — clothes, jewelry, shoes, little trinkets, colors and patterns that make my heart happy. So because we have a spare room upstairs, I decided to turn it into a closet-room just for me.  Dresses on one rack. Skirts on another. And inside the “real” closet of this room-closet live my blouses and cardigans — all in pinks, oranges, and every jewel tone imaginable. 

Yes, this room is more than storage. It’s a small, joyful world behind a door. A place where color meets gratitude. A space that reminds me that beauty is allowed — and so am I.