The alcove that refused to cooperate
Some spaces are drawn by architects who never imagined a wardrobe would live there. This one — a slanted nook beneath a Bishan staircase — had defeated two flat-pack attempts before it reached our bench. Off-the-shelf couldn't bend to it. So we didn't buy; we built.
Measured twice on a Tuesday, scribed to the wall's every imperfection, and fitted on the Friday so cleanly the seam disappears into the plaster. The owner asked where the wardrobe ended and the wall began. That, quietly, is the whole point.