Wardrobe

I’ve finally turned my attention to our spare upstairs bedroom – or as we call it “the Turret Room” because it has a nice view over our battlements and a small balcony.

In the way of spare bedrooms this was done last as no one was actively using it, and it had the last remaining Sindy doll wardrobe (white melamine with glass door) which were left by the previous occupants.  R demolished this last week (giving himself a nasty bruise in the process), and at the weekend we bought a wardrobe.  It is 1930s rather than Victorian, but it cost less than £100 for a solid walnut piece of furniture in beautiful condition which we did not have to self-build from flat pack.

It has some amusing features.  This inset on the door was for moth balls.

And then we have a shelf for hats as this is a gentleman’s wardrobe (yes, that was a thing – they were smaller than the corresponding lady’s wardrobe for reasons that still apply).

The garment hanging in the cupboard is my real genuine mink coat (from 1950s) which I inherited and intend to wear when I go for afternoon tea at the Gleneagles Hotel for my birthday in November.  I think people who want to destroy these things are crazy – the animal used to make it is dead and setting fire to it or pouring paint over it won’t bring the mink back.  I will probably get disapproving looks, but as Tywin Lannister put it “The lion does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep”.