The shelving in my parents’ closet fell down with a crash one evening. We all looked at each other in the kitchen, decided that it was something in the woods, and went back to eating. Then one of them went into the room and saw that the metal frames were hanging by one side, and boxes had tumbled down, broken, and spat out clothes. It had been a good fifteen years, though, and we had been thinking about ways to get more storage space, so it was as good timing as any.
We got six of those floor-to-ceiling shelves and an assortment of closet rods, drawers, a mirror, and shelves to put in. At one point, we had to begin assembling the furniture inside the walk-in closet because there wasn’t enough room for us to tilt it in anymore. Nailing in the boards this way requires awkward yoga poses, so I have no pictures. But it’s mostly been a success! One broken beam, a couple things screwed in backwards and then re-done, but by the end it’s been well worth it. Thank you, IKEA, and I’m sorry my dad has been cursing your instruction manual for the last 24 hours because he wouldn’t put on his glasses.