The Story Of Brownstone Closets

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The story of Brownstone Closets is a familial one; I come from a family of cleaners.  I remember my paternal grandmother taking me on the bus with her as we rode out to the most beautiful neighborhoods, far away from the brownstones that I saw regularly in Brooklyn. These homes were larger than life and the people who owned them from well-to-do families. My grandma cleaned for a living. She maintained these spaces much like she did her very own; neat and tidy with her personal touch of collected items that made her house a home.

My dad, well he cleaned my room for living (not really) but he was always (and I mean ALWAYS) cleaning my room and throwing things out that he deemed junk and no longer belonged in my bedroom. I had no say in this process but trust me when I say that I was pissed with him...always. What ended up happening though, after he was done, I felt this sense of peace. A clutter free room. Everything in its place. Neat and tidy.

Brownstone Closets is me, Naisha Patterson, and I'm well, neat and tidy.  I transform cluttered spaces into well organized chic ones.