When we moved from a rather cramped three bedroom bungalow (albeit one with a loft conversion) to a spacious five bedroom house, I never thought we’d have difficulty fitting our stuff in. Because it came out of a small house. It’ll easily fit into a big house, right?
Actually, not really.
For all it’s smallness (that may or may not be an actual word), the old house had quite big bedrooms. Our old bedroom was lovely and spacious – large enough to swing a whole litter of cats. It had two big built-in wardrobes. The boys’ room was a good size, but it had two untidy boys in it, so never felt particularly spacious. Mostly it just a felt like a tip. The boys had two double and a single wardrobe which reached almost from floor to ceiling, which theoretically they could keep all their possessions in and keep their room tidy. This didn’t work, but it was a nice idea. My daughter’s room was the smallest, but still a good size with plenty of room for her lovely furniture.
But in our new house, everything is different. The boys both have their own rooms, which is a really good thing and is working especially well for my younger son. But all of the kids’ rooms have slanted roofs. They look good and quirky, but they make fitting stuff in a bit more of mystery. Plus my eldest and my daughter both have built-in wardrobes, which they didn’t actually need. And mummy and daddy, who did need them, don’t have them!
There’s no way those old, tall wardrobes would fit in my younger son’s little room so, to avoid them going to waste, mummy and daddy have the two double wardrobes in our room. They look a bit teenage, but they’re not too bad. My daughter’s expensive white M&S wardrobe, which matches everything else in her room, was far too nice to ditch, so she’s still got that, despite the built-in wardrobe. So her room feels a little cramped with too much furniture, but it’s beautiful and she’s happy with it.
We managed to squeeze a tall oak bookshelf in our bedroom next to the tall wardrobes. It shouldn’t work. To be honest, it doesn’t really. But it’s OK and it’s better than I thought it would be.
Our new bedroom isn’t quite the haven of the old one – it’s very cramped and a bit higgledy piggledy. But I still feel relaxed when I go in there. And I realise I don’t actually need a haven of a bedroom like I did at the old house – because I’ve got space elsewhere. When the rooms aren’t cramped and we’re not all living on top of each other, the bedroom can just be somewhere to sleep, not somewhere to hide unwind.
Our bedrooms aren’t perfect, but I think we’ve solved the mystery of how to organise them pretty well.