Dressing Room Dramas

I amaze myself sometimes.
There must be a scientific law for the process, but somehow I manage to pull together daily outfits that defy the illogical way they're stored.

This outfit was put together from pieces stored in four rooms, hanging from door handles, curtain rails and kitchen shelves.
Cue: Mad woman in tights and blouse races out of bedroom to snatch up a skirt from the "office", bursts in on Number Two Son to raid his closet for a cape, casts eye over ironing board for recent favourite trinkets on display, then scrabbles around under a bed for shoe boxes.

Don't I look amazingly cool, calm and collected after all that rummaging?

So what did I scrabble together for this overcast, chilly day?

Both the 1960s gold and green brocade blouse ($12) and black brocade pencil skirt ($13) were Etsy bargains; 1930s Persian lamb cape from eBay (around $30); fishnet t-shirt ($7); 1960s bag thrifted for $1;  lace-top hold-ups (raoww!) from Sock Dreams and VW Melissa Temptations from Amazon (on sale!!!!).

 The fur collar gives a bit of extra warmth - bargain from Dandelion Vintage for a buck.

 Close-up of this lovely soft fabric - I really like the flat mandarin collar and bound buttons.
So back to the wardrobe problem.
I think it's simply the accumulation a vintage collection with triffid-like tendencies.
One day it will grow to suffocate everyone who enters the house and my collection will be banished to the garage, where I will erect a camp bed and spend long hours talking to my clothes.
First sign of madness?  Talking to shoes and vintage evening gowns.
Well, pop me in a strait-jacket coz I'm already there.

 I talk to my tops.

 I have deep and meaningful chats with the wee lovelies I'm currently coveting as they hang about my bedroom or clutter the floor.

 Suits and dresses have their place - barely.  They're surrounded by storage boxes belonging to all and sundry.

Coats, jackets and capes have a loving home - shame the home is called my son's bedroom closet.

Clearly I need to address this problem of clothing storage.
At least I do have some sort of storage order in the chaos:  tops and blouses - bedroom closet; skirts, dresses and suits - dodgy portable racks in the "office"; coats, jackets and capes - son's room.
It just means I have to race from one room to the next to put an outfit together.

 I'll bet this baby doesn't get into a tizz over dressing. 

Sigh ... oh for a dressing room of one's own.
How do you organise your wardrobe chaos?