New Magic Closet Vs Old Magic Closet

Perhaps I still have a few readers from way back when...
that remember....how I always referred to my closet as The Magic Closet.I actually ALWAYS intended to do a post on the big giant vintage packed magical space that was my closet at The Cliff May home.
.....but alas it was not to be....

So I present to you....(please click to enlarge for full enjoyment of any image) .... my new magic closet!!!!

It is much smaller than the other so I had to be both clever and store a few (hundred) items.....

and find a few purging candidates.
...and then a few more...I always do my best to use the same type of hanger so my clothes will hang the same height. I get these wonderful wooden ones 3 to a pack at one of my local dollar stores.

Housing my large vintage purse collection was a particularly delicate dilemma.
Sure I have more than one person could ever possibly need....but I really DO need several dozen lucite ,straw and box bags!!!!
I hung them and stacked them on EVERY available surface (artfully of course)!
....but you see there really is something wildly inspiring to me about looking at my scrumtrulescent bits and baubles every single day !


Here is a tiny clothes-less area to set wee knicky-knacks and dollies!





And now for comparison here are a few shots of the former magic closet(snapped on moving day for posterity)...Not only did I have bins and shelves for my unhung clothes...I also used the bins for,sheet music,headshots and resumes,books,scripts,.......

....vintage fabric ,embroidery,and doilies,my dollies(for an impromptu dollie doppelganger story.....

...and of course my clothes and lucite bags!!!!There was even room for my dress form.

Heres a crazy "in the heat of the moment I must have this done today"decoupaged chest of drawers(that nobody but me had to see).
This homely little crazy quilt chest holds a lifetime of paper ephemera and is now relegated to the garage.
I have had quite a bit of difficulty feeling like my old creative self in our new home.One of the ways this little pack rat was able to live such a clutter free existence in the other home was I always kept the chaos confined to my magic closet.Once upon a time it was not unusual to find me sitting on the floor of my closet coming up with my next greatest idea.
I feel as if in packing away so much delicious and unusual flotsam and jetsam my power is gone.
My creative space is gone.
I am hoping to reclaim it through blogging.
So.....where does your creative power flow from?