First, the closet. I now have all my threads and larger WIPs in there, along with assorted bags to hold or carry around assorted projects. There's even enough space for me to keep my laundry basket in there! Woo-hoo!
Next up, the bench. When my father bought the house I grew up in (a few months before I was born), this antique bench came with it. We always referred to it as the "hall seat," so named because it was a bench in the front center hallway. Through the years it's held a lot of things in its rather commodious storage space beneath the seat. When we were all taking dance classes (three girls, youngest and eldest five years apart), the bench was the repository for our dance paraphernalia: tap shoes, ballet slippers, toe shoes, batons, leotards, tights, random costumes, whatever. When we grew out of that era, my mother took charge of it. I don't remember what was in it after that. Fast forward to the adult me, married and a mother: I inherited the bench when my parents downsized from a three-floor Victorian farmhouse-style home to a one-level rambler. For most of its life with me, it's held Jane's artwork. When I moved this last time, I put all her art in a box to make it easier to move. (The thing is heavy!) I finally decided the best use would be to house what wouldn't fit into the closet.
The other vertical cabinet? I believe I've posted a photo of it before, but here it is again. I did add a few more projects, but it basically looks the same as in this earlier photo.
Some of the shelves now hold a few more project bags with WIPs. Note the baton sticking out of the urn. The last remnant of my dancing classes.
And that's that!