We've had this charming circa 1950's wardrobe for about 5 years now. Ever since we moved to this house. It used to belong to my grandfather and was never quite big enough to fit all our stuff. Especially not with me frequently adding new things, both for myself and for E.
So, charming or not, it was time for a new wardrobe. I'm happy to tell you that the old one will stay in the family even as we move on to this brand new built-by-us-from-flatpack Ikea version. Which is way more practical in our house and makes our bedroom seem larger and lighter, by the way.
Of course, in moving our clothes from the one to the other, I found back a number of once loved and almost forgotten garments. If my courage holds on, stay tuned for some blasts from my sewing past later this week.