It's not really a picture of my studio, it's a picture of something sitting outside my studio waiting to go in:
After much deliberation and weighing the feedback many of you offered, I went and got the vintage one. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Maybe it was the ghosts inside beckoning me, but I have a feeling they're good ghosts and I'm going to put them to work in my sweatshop. The guy gave it to me for $60 too. Sweet! Now I just have to fix it up a little. Still, it's better than having to assemble the Ikea one, and this one is solid. I think it landed in my path for a reason.
I was talking to Erik's mom (hi there!) on the phone the other day and she said it reminded her of the one Erik had growing up, which now resides in Sage's room:
They bought it used nearly 40 years ago. With a little TLC every decade or so, wardrobes like these hold up quite nicely. Ikea stuff? Not so much.