It's not nearly as grand as Kimora's but I could pass a lot of time in Tracee's closet, trying on her mother's old Mahogany costumes and making snow angels with those handbags would take up at least half a day.
Though I am not exactly sure when my active dislike of Kimora Lee Simmons morphed into a love/hate type thing and then a bizarre adoration, but after looking at these photographs of her closet, I find myself quite content to live vicariously through her excess.