This is the closet in my bedroom. There is a clothing rack and shelves on both sides and a dresser with a small mirror against the back wall. I’ll look up and randomly there she’ll be, in the closet fiddling – going through outfits, or looking through jewelry, or whatever else she does in there. Sometimes she’ll sit on the floor sorting stuff, or she’ll bring out the little ironing board and sit just outside of it. The pocket door gives it just the right touch.
For some reason, I find this amusing.