I’ve said to James before or maybe this is just part of some of the conversations I have with myself (I’m an only child and I talk to myself all the bloody time) that I honestly think I would have a much cooler blog if I had a 100 year old farmhouse that I was renovating to write about.
You know those blogs. I read them all the damn time. I sit there and drool over butcher block counter tops and gleaming crisp white cabinets surrounded by restored old antique wood staircases and hardwood floors surrounded by white walls with crown molding and the perfect vintage and retro decor pieces scattered in all the right places. I live vicariously through my Kitchen Re-Do and Kitchen Decor Inspiration Pinterest accounts though I have no idea why I keep pinning to them anymore. I mean does one really need 500 photos of the same kitchen restyled in 500 different homes?
Even Pinterest is telling me to knock it off because I keep getting the “Oops! It looks like you’ve pinned this already!’ reminder popping up on my iPhone. No shit Sherlock. What gave that away? Oh yes the same damn kitchen 500 times.
But I digress because this post isn’t about kitchens. It’s about my Pinterest achilles heel. And that my friends is the Entryway.
I am obsessed with clean, immaculate, organized entryways.
You know exactly what they look like. Requirements are as follows:
– White walls
– Rustic bench
– Pair of rainboots in a splashy colour
– Maximum 2 coats or a sweater preferably casually hung over an antique hook with many empty hooks next to it
– Casual beach or leather bag hung up on said hooks
– Maximum 2 more pairs of shoes on the floor or in walk in sit down nook within closet, with one pair of the shoes strategically placed to look like they had been casually flung off
– One perfectly made felt or straw woven basket to store everything else that your family has
Want to see our entryway?
Don’t prevent yourself from rushing to pin that all at once.
It is 5.5 feet long and about 4.5 feet wide and it is tiny. Oh yeah and that’s all white paint on the walls and door. Made extremely dirty thanks to little hand prints, toys and boots hitting the back of it. It’s grey washed white if there is such a thing.
I have blogged about this nemesis of mine before because it’s one the thing that drives me insane about my home decor. Because I can always find a way to re-design or renovate my existing kitchen to butcher block heaven. I can’t however create a bigger entryway in a house that has nowhere for it to get bigger unless I plan to bulldoze my way into the main floor bathroom that is located behind the closet on the right of the above photo.
I know the photos of beautiful entryways are inspiration pictures.
You know they are inspiration pictures. (If you need to see the actual inspiration pictures, go here to my Pinterest collection of them).
The problem is I realized I am tired of being inspired.
I want a solution picture.
I want someone to show me a real life functional yet aesthetically pleasing entryway for an average family where they can hang and store all their coats, boots, shoes, flip flops, jackets, hoodies, mittens, hats, scarves and umbrellas during all four seasons of Canadian climate. In a climate where sometimes a single month can contain all 4 seasons at once.
It’s nice in theory to think we can turn over and store all this stuff in the depths of our basement caverns to change up seasonally but real life usually doesn’t work like that. Our basement caverns are filled with holiday decorations, family keepsakes and new clothing for the kids to grow into. Our garage, forget it. I can barely fit the hatchback in it. The front closet is where the bulk of our ‘seasonal’ wear stays put most of the year with some obvious exceptions.
So because I can’t seem to find a real life shot of something like this, I thought I’d share ours. And how we’re in the process of doing our best to try and organize and clean it up.
Now. This all started because I woke up two weeks ago and said “Today I am going to paint the back of our front door red” because Damnit I want a red door.
I didn’t even google colour swatches, best red paint to paint a door or anything like a normal sane blogger would. I got into my car, drove to Home Depot and asked the paint department to colour match this. A shade of red on a water bottle I fell in love with that I picked up at our local Superstore as part of their Canada Day line.
They matched it for me with a colour called “Amazing” from the paint brand CIL. I however got it mixed in BEHR paint just because BEHR tends to be a little thicker and I didn’t want to have to do 5 coats of red paint – which if you’ve ever done a dark colour you know the pain of layering your paint colour.
And then I basically went to town on the door.
And the after:
This picture – thanks to this crappy light (see below) is all I had to take the photos with…
…and it does the space no justice.
This single sole act of red paint changed the entire atmosphere of the front entryway. I look at my door and I smile now. I don’t even notice all of the items that still need to get done. I am in LOVE with my front door. Finally.
But in case you want to see everything else, here for starters are our shoes.
Oh damnit now I have the matching rain boots. Such hypocrisy.
James built 3 shelves by cutting up a long closet linen shelf because we couldn’t find a shoe rack to fit the closet size.
He then used old bed slats to create makeshift brackets for it.
We added an IKEA PORTIS hat rack as our coat hanger.
It still needs a storage overhaul up top with better boxes.
He also built some cubbyhole ledges which are also in dire need of storage boxes.
**CLOSET UPDATE: You can see the DIY storage boxes for those right here.
On the opposite side is the kids coat and shoe rack. We used two different IKEA (now discontinued) MOLGER wall shelves which were meant for the bathroom.
I don’t even want to talk about this bench.
It served a purpose when we bought it as temporary use. It’s still there 2 years later. It needs to be replaced by something awesome like an old wood cedar chest.
This is the view from inside my living room. If we God forbid had a fire I’d take that damn mirror off the wall and run out with it.
Our closet, just in case you’re like “Where is your closet door?”, once upon a time had a door. We took it out in order to create more room for when all four of us walk into the space at the exact same time. With the doors there, no one stood a chance. Literally.
So that’s where we’re at after the small door makeover. I’m currently working on the rest of it.
Until then rejoice in not feeling alone in your quest to put away shoes…and everything else in your own spaces. And if you have enough room to warrant having a pretty coat and one pair of shoes only styled entryway of my dreams, I am unfollowing your social media accounts via osmosis as I type this.