When talking about cleaning and organizing, my mom would always bring up the FlyLady. My sister and I would roll our eyes and move on with the conversation. Yea, yea, FlyLady... what really does she have to offer? For some reason, I decided to look her up. I wouldn't consider myself a "Flybaby", but she definitely has some great ideas on getting your house in shape. I signed up for the FlyLady Digest e-mails and read them every once in a while. Today was one of those days.
I was struck by an entry entitled "31 Chairs". Quick summary, it was a letter from a woman who was decluttering her house an item at a time. She said she counted this weekend and she had 31 chairs in her 7 person household. I was shocked! 31 chairs! That seemed like a lot to me... until I counted my own.
We have six people in our family, but the baby only just started sitting up this month. Our list of chairs~
1 in the family room
1 in the living room
8 dining table chairs
1 high chair
4 dinette chairs
2 child's rocking chairs
3 desk chairs
2 chairs for a child size table
2 child's painted wooden chairs
1 bent wood chair that belonged to my great grandma
1 flip chair
1 bean bag chair
27 total inside the house! That doesn't even count the 6 or 7 camp chairs and 4 patio chairs. I'm not sure if the other lady counted things like high chairs and bean bag chairs, but still, I have a lot of chairs! Way more than I thought. The difference between the "Flybaby" and I? She got rid of 10... I will be keeping my 27. Maybe some day I will rid myself of a few chairs, but until then... I need to get to sitting.
And since I borrowed her e-mail, I had better give you the link for the FlyLady.
flylady.net
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Why didn't I think of that?
One man's trash is another man's treasure. Sometimes all it takes is a vision.
Recently, I have noticed how often my family moves furniture from household to household. A couple of weeks ago, I came home from my parents' with a dresser that had been my mom's when she was a teenager. Maybe all families do it, but when we are finished with something, we let the family know, and it moves to a new home. A few years back, I got new living room furniture. My sister, Susana, decided to take my old coffee table and thought she would paint it. One weekend, we worked together to rehab the coffee table. We painted the legs black, sanded down the top, and put a clear coat on it. That project left me thinking... Why didn't I think of that? When we moved to our new house, I needed another end table. I used her idea for the coffee table and finished the matching end table the same way.
This weekend we did another project to spiff up one of my old pieces. I had a storage cube that was covered in wicker. I kept it in the living room with blankets inside. After a couple of years of abuse from the kids, the wicker was ragged and falling off. I was going to throw it away, but Susana said she would take it and maybe paint it or something. She tore the wicker off and brought it up to my house to work on together. Her idea... recover it with a fabric that would go with her new living room furniture.
First step, find some cute fabric that will go with the furniture. I have to say, my sister is an awesome shopper. Maybe she's just lucky, but it seems like she can always find what she needs or wants on the clearance rack. She found a super cute piece in the clearance section at JoAnn's Fabric, but neither of us were sure if it was enough. We should have measured before we left the house! We decided to risk it, and moved on to the batting. Man, that stuff is expensive! If we bought enough to put on all four sides and the lid, it would be close to $20. Add that to the fabric, and she might as well have bought a new cube. So we passed on the batting. Probably not necessary, right?
I was slightly afraid to cut the fabric, especially since there was no room for error(we were going to have to piece it already)! We had to start somewhere. We cut the strip to cover the box and left an inch or so at the bottom and about 2 inches on top. I hate ironing, so we debated whether or not to iron the fabric, but decided if we were going to do it right, we should iron it first. Then we folded the fabric into the top of the box and stapled it about an inch inside, pulling it tight as we went. After the top edge was secure, we did the same around the bottom.
Moving on to the lid, it was obvious we should have at least bought batting for it. The wood was pieced and you could see the seam and staples through the fabric. Some quick thinking on my part led to my stash of old towels. We used a bath towel and cut a piece slightly larger than the lid. Voila! It was the perfect thickness... Not too bulky, hid the imperfections in the lid, and it was free! We cut the fabric larger than the towel and finished the lid by stapling the fabric to the underneath, much like upholstering a seat of a chair.
Recently, I have noticed how often my family moves furniture from household to household. A couple of weeks ago, I came home from my parents' with a dresser that had been my mom's when she was a teenager. Maybe all families do it, but when we are finished with something, we let the family know, and it moves to a new home. A few years back, I got new living room furniture. My sister, Susana, decided to take my old coffee table and thought she would paint it. One weekend, we worked together to rehab the coffee table. We painted the legs black, sanded down the top, and put a clear coat on it. That project left me thinking... Why didn't I think of that? When we moved to our new house, I needed another end table. I used her idea for the coffee table and finished the matching end table the same way.
This weekend we did another project to spiff up one of my old pieces. I had a storage cube that was covered in wicker. I kept it in the living room with blankets inside. After a couple of years of abuse from the kids, the wicker was ragged and falling off. I was going to throw it away, but Susana said she would take it and maybe paint it or something. She tore the wicker off and brought it up to my house to work on together. Her idea... recover it with a fabric that would go with her new living room furniture.
First step, find some cute fabric that will go with the furniture. I have to say, my sister is an awesome shopper. Maybe she's just lucky, but it seems like she can always find what she needs or wants on the clearance rack. She found a super cute piece in the clearance section at JoAnn's Fabric, but neither of us were sure if it was enough. We should have measured before we left the house! We decided to risk it, and moved on to the batting. Man, that stuff is expensive! If we bought enough to put on all four sides and the lid, it would be close to $20. Add that to the fabric, and she might as well have bought a new cube. So we passed on the batting. Probably not necessary, right?
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| This is the box after the wicker was removed. |
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| Using the "towel" batting on the lid. |
The whole project took a couple of hours and cost under $8! The old, ugly box looks much cuter now. Why I didn't keep it for myself? Lucky for Susana, it doesn't match my house! Lesson learned... Next time I think of throwing something out, I will first ask Susana what she would do with it. Chances are, I would end up helping. And chances are, I would love it!
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| Finished project! |
Friday, July 27, 2012
Everything in its place
As a mother of 4, I am constantly trying to do my best to keep up with the housework. I am still nursing the baby, so that takes up a lot of time. I like to give my kids lots of experiences, so we try to do all of the wonderful free things offered in town. In order to be the best mom I can, I feel like I am always searching for ways to make my job easier.
The other day I ran across a pin on Pinterest about how to magically make your house cleaner. I can't remember the exact blog, but it was another mother of 4 (her children were grown though). After reading it, I am beginning to wonder if there is something wrong with me.
The secret? Put things away when you are finished with them, and clean up as you go. Sounds simple right? Seems like it should be, but I am terrible at it. Plus I have four other people who are not the best at putting things away. They vary in degrees of messiness. Madalynn will drop wrappers from snacks, or the snacks themselves when she is finished. She does the same with toys. Pick up a doll in the bedroom, carry it to the living room, drop it for a book, carry that to my bedroom, drop the book for MY makeup, carry that to the family room, etc. She will do this all day! The boys think putting Legos up on higher surfaces are putting them away. Camden often hides his wrappers between the sofa cushions. Jackson is the best at putting things away, but even he isn't perfect. He hangs up his laundry only a couple times a month and often leaves glasses in the living room.
I do some crazy things when it comes to putting things away. The other day I painted my nails. The nail polish made it to the bedroom, but a couple of days later I realized I had left it on Jackson's dresser... only steps from the closet where it goes. I change Paxton's clothes and often leave his dirty clothes wherever I changed them. I throw my shoes in the bottom of the closet, rather than put them in the shelves.
While writing this, I am feeling rotten about being angry with my kids when they put their toys in the wrong places. I spend hours organizing their things, and wonder why they can't put them back where they belong. I can see I don't always lead with the best example.
The question remains... Why don't I put my things where they belong? I think of those people who have neat homes always. Do they fight an everyday battle with this? Some people say it is a habit, but how can I form the habit? I always make my bed. I always put away things in the bathroom. I very rarely leave the kitchen a mess. So why can't I put away the nail polish, the baby clothes, or my Kindle? Why do I leave my empty purse on the entry bench when I switch to another?
I tend to think I get so tired of picking up after everyone else, that I just slack sometimes. Madalynn is only 2. She can put things away, but needs coaxing. Paxton can't even sit up, so I have to put his things away, too. After I have picked up all day long, I just don't want to think about putting things away anymore. I also get distracted. Most of the time I change Paxton, I am getting ready to nurse him. When I finish, he is usually asleep. I go to lay him down and forget I left the clothes laying there.
Is it a learned behavior, or is it inborn? A result of bad habits, or being too distracted? I guess it doesn't really matter. I am going to try much harder to put things in their place. If that is the secret to a clean home, then I had better embrace it. Maybe my example will teach the children to put their things away, too. If they put their things away, then I wouldn't be so worn down picking up after them. Looks like it will come full circle... if I can only put everything in its place.
The other day I ran across a pin on Pinterest about how to magically make your house cleaner. I can't remember the exact blog, but it was another mother of 4 (her children were grown though). After reading it, I am beginning to wonder if there is something wrong with me.
The secret? Put things away when you are finished with them, and clean up as you go. Sounds simple right? Seems like it should be, but I am terrible at it. Plus I have four other people who are not the best at putting things away. They vary in degrees of messiness. Madalynn will drop wrappers from snacks, or the snacks themselves when she is finished. She does the same with toys. Pick up a doll in the bedroom, carry it to the living room, drop it for a book, carry that to my bedroom, drop the book for MY makeup, carry that to the family room, etc. She will do this all day! The boys think putting Legos up on higher surfaces are putting them away. Camden often hides his wrappers between the sofa cushions. Jackson is the best at putting things away, but even he isn't perfect. He hangs up his laundry only a couple times a month and often leaves glasses in the living room.
I do some crazy things when it comes to putting things away. The other day I painted my nails. The nail polish made it to the bedroom, but a couple of days later I realized I had left it on Jackson's dresser... only steps from the closet where it goes. I change Paxton's clothes and often leave his dirty clothes wherever I changed them. I throw my shoes in the bottom of the closet, rather than put them in the shelves.
While writing this, I am feeling rotten about being angry with my kids when they put their toys in the wrong places. I spend hours organizing their things, and wonder why they can't put them back where they belong. I can see I don't always lead with the best example.
The question remains... Why don't I put my things where they belong? I think of those people who have neat homes always. Do they fight an everyday battle with this? Some people say it is a habit, but how can I form the habit? I always make my bed. I always put away things in the bathroom. I very rarely leave the kitchen a mess. So why can't I put away the nail polish, the baby clothes, or my Kindle? Why do I leave my empty purse on the entry bench when I switch to another?
I tend to think I get so tired of picking up after everyone else, that I just slack sometimes. Madalynn is only 2. She can put things away, but needs coaxing. Paxton can't even sit up, so I have to put his things away, too. After I have picked up all day long, I just don't want to think about putting things away anymore. I also get distracted. Most of the time I change Paxton, I am getting ready to nurse him. When I finish, he is usually asleep. I go to lay him down and forget I left the clothes laying there.
Is it a learned behavior, or is it inborn? A result of bad habits, or being too distracted? I guess it doesn't really matter. I am going to try much harder to put things in their place. If that is the secret to a clean home, then I had better embrace it. Maybe my example will teach the children to put their things away, too. If they put their things away, then I wouldn't be so worn down picking up after them. Looks like it will come full circle... if I can only put everything in its place.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Even 2-year-olds care about decorating.
The week without the big kids turned out to be very productive. I started by wiping down and painting all of the flat white doors and door trim. 11 doorways to be specific! They all have a fresh coat of washable, satin paint. Hopefully this will help the house look cleaner. The more that I painted them though, the worse the walls looked. I decided not to paint the base boards until I can paint the walls, too. I have a lot of painting on my to do list for the future.
Next on the list was the kitchen. This felt like it took forever! So much trim work between the ceiling, base boards and cabinets. Very textured walls, too. (Can't make it too easy!) I changed the color from tan to green. I was a little nervous about the color... thought it might look too dark, but it turned out great. Took a couple of coats though. Finished it on Wednesday.
Thursday morning I slept in! Around noon I started on the surprise project... the boys' room. They picked out the color Really Electric Lime while we were looking for paint colors for the kitchen. This, I was super nervous about. My first swipe with the paint, I was thinking I need to rush out and get a different color. After 2 coats had dried though, I actually liked it! Thinking the shorter walls would not require much paint, we only bought a quart. I ran out pretty quickly. After I finished using all of that paint, I took a nap while waiting for Jackson to bring home another quart after work. I woke up from my nap and decided I had better be productive while I waited, so I painted the banister upstairs, which was also flat white. When he got home with the second quart, we painted until 10:30 when we ran out again. He then had to run back to WalMart to buy a third quart. Wishing we would have bought a gallon! By midnight we had the boys' room finished.
Friday morning I got up, bought some new navy curtains for the boys' room, put the switch plate and outlet covers back on, and headed down to pick up the kids. I couldn't wait to show them their room. They had a birthday party as soon as they got home, so we showed Madalynn first. She then walked down the hall and said to Jackson, "Daddy, look in my room!" She walked in the room and said, "Uh-oh". Apparently she thought we had painted her room too. Talk about feeling bad.... Who would have thought a two-year-old would care about the color of her room? She told us she wanted to paint "all the walls" in her room "hink". I guess I will add that to my list for the future.
The boys loved their surprise room painting, and I feel super accomplished after a week full of painting.
Next on the list was the kitchen. This felt like it took forever! So much trim work between the ceiling, base boards and cabinets. Very textured walls, too. (Can't make it too easy!) I changed the color from tan to green. I was a little nervous about the color... thought it might look too dark, but it turned out great. Took a couple of coats though. Finished it on Wednesday.
Thursday morning I slept in! Around noon I started on the surprise project... the boys' room. They picked out the color Really Electric Lime while we were looking for paint colors for the kitchen. This, I was super nervous about. My first swipe with the paint, I was thinking I need to rush out and get a different color. After 2 coats had dried though, I actually liked it! Thinking the shorter walls would not require much paint, we only bought a quart. I ran out pretty quickly. After I finished using all of that paint, I took a nap while waiting for Jackson to bring home another quart after work. I woke up from my nap and decided I had better be productive while I waited, so I painted the banister upstairs, which was also flat white. When he got home with the second quart, we painted until 10:30 when we ran out again. He then had to run back to WalMart to buy a third quart. Wishing we would have bought a gallon! By midnight we had the boys' room finished.
Friday morning I got up, bought some new navy curtains for the boys' room, put the switch plate and outlet covers back on, and headed down to pick up the kids. I couldn't wait to show them their room. They had a birthday party as soon as they got home, so we showed Madalynn first. She then walked down the hall and said to Jackson, "Daddy, look in my room!" She walked in the room and said, "Uh-oh". Apparently she thought we had painted her room too. Talk about feeling bad.... Who would have thought a two-year-old would care about the color of her room? She told us she wanted to paint "all the walls" in her room "hink". I guess I will add that to my list for the future.
The boys loved their surprise room painting, and I feel super accomplished after a week full of painting.
Friday, July 6, 2012
To Paint or Not To Paint...
2 years ago, we purchased our first house. House hunting with 3 kids, we quickly decided we weren't up to a fixer-upper. We found a house that had been almost completely renovated, and with the exception of 1 room, the whole house was tan with white trim... even outside. For me, the color is great. Super easy for decorating. The problem is, everything is painted with flat paint! 3 kids and a couple of months in the house and the doorways and walls were wrecked.
Fast forward 2 years and you have a large house with nearly every surface needing repainted. We remodeled the downstairs bathroom last spring, and it could already use a touch-up! I wish they made indestructible paint!
My mom likes to keep the kids for a week in the summer, and since the first time we started planning a trip to Nanna and Poppa's, I have been dreaming of painting. First on the agenda are the doors and doorways... virtually all of the white trim needs to be painted with washable paint. Next the kitchen and stair well. I have no clue what color I will paint these, I just know they desperately need it. The boys are begging me to paint their room green. And the only room in the house (besides the bathroom) that isn't tan is the library/crafting room. It was going to be my project this summer, but here it is July and I haven't even started. It is wall-papered with a cat and book border, which has to go! There they are... the first few painting projects. I will not be able to finish them all, I'm sure, but there are plenty more walls after these get painted.
I am heading to Wal-Mart as soon as I finish this post to pick up some paint samples and a couple of brushes to get started on the trim. One of the reasons for starting this blog was to hold myself accountable. The idea of spending a week with only the baby gives me visions of snoozing on the couch (nothing makes me more sleepy than holding a sleeping baby), watching mom tv (as the kids call it), reading a good book or two, the list could go on and on. When provided with the option to paint or not to paint... I am going to choose to paint.
Just hope I stick to my decision...
Fast forward 2 years and you have a large house with nearly every surface needing repainted. We remodeled the downstairs bathroom last spring, and it could already use a touch-up! I wish they made indestructible paint!
My mom likes to keep the kids for a week in the summer, and since the first time we started planning a trip to Nanna and Poppa's, I have been dreaming of painting. First on the agenda are the doors and doorways... virtually all of the white trim needs to be painted with washable paint. Next the kitchen and stair well. I have no clue what color I will paint these, I just know they desperately need it. The boys are begging me to paint their room green. And the only room in the house (besides the bathroom) that isn't tan is the library/crafting room. It was going to be my project this summer, but here it is July and I haven't even started. It is wall-papered with a cat and book border, which has to go! There they are... the first few painting projects. I will not be able to finish them all, I'm sure, but there are plenty more walls after these get painted.
I am heading to Wal-Mart as soon as I finish this post to pick up some paint samples and a couple of brushes to get started on the trim. One of the reasons for starting this blog was to hold myself accountable. The idea of spending a week with only the baby gives me visions of snoozing on the couch (nothing makes me more sleepy than holding a sleeping baby), watching mom tv (as the kids call it), reading a good book or two, the list could go on and on. When provided with the option to paint or not to paint... I am going to choose to paint.
Just hope I stick to my decision...
Monday, June 18, 2012
"I don't understand the quick clean."
I have developed a system that I use with the kids... the quick clean. I am sure I am not the first to think of this, in fact Fly Lady suggest you work for 15 minutes on a task and quit when the timer goes off. Who knows? I may have stolen the idea from her. I don't have a specific time limit though. I just go by what I feel, might be 10 min., might be 30. Last night, Jackson made the comment that not one inch of the house was clean. We had been really busy doing lots of fun Father's Day things. So I suggested a 20 minute quick clean.
We usually do this while Jackson is not home. Most often it is to clean up after the day so it will look presentable when he comes home. I set the timer and the whole family works for the entire time. Sometimes if the kids are struggling keeping on task, I add minutes. Before I start the timer, I often give them a list of expectations and even some specific jobs for the younger ones. Most often I tell them the floor has to be ready to be vacuumed by the end of the timer. Usually there is a reward at the end, like staying up to watch a show or play a game.
I knew this would be a challenge for Jackson. He believes in starting in one room and completely finishing that room before you move on. I explain the idea behind the quick clean... Do tasks you can complete quickly, putting things where they belong. This quick clean was to straighten the living room, family room and kitchen. We sometimes work on only the upstairs, or only the kitchen, even the backyard or the car... whatever needs cleaned up quickly. The timer provides a definite end for the kids, and it's almost like a game.
The quick clean begins and Jackson goes to work in the living room. The timer ticking away... We even add 5 minutes when the kids start fighting and stop cleaning. The timer goes off and I walk into the living room to find the coffee table by the front door, the love seat in front of the coffee table, the ottoman up on the chair and Jackson on his hands and knees where the love seat is supposed to be. I try to explain to him that you don't clean behind or under furniture in a quick clean, but he says it needed to be done. 1 hour later, he finally finishes the living room!
The plan was to finish the quick clean, get baths and showers and then watch a show we had recorded about dangerous stunts. Had we stuck to the plan, it would have been about 8 when we started the show. We couldn't watch it until the living room was put back together, so we didn't start it until after 9! All Jackson could say... "I don't understand the quick clean".
We usually do this while Jackson is not home. Most often it is to clean up after the day so it will look presentable when he comes home. I set the timer and the whole family works for the entire time. Sometimes if the kids are struggling keeping on task, I add minutes. Before I start the timer, I often give them a list of expectations and even some specific jobs for the younger ones. Most often I tell them the floor has to be ready to be vacuumed by the end of the timer. Usually there is a reward at the end, like staying up to watch a show or play a game.
I knew this would be a challenge for Jackson. He believes in starting in one room and completely finishing that room before you move on. I explain the idea behind the quick clean... Do tasks you can complete quickly, putting things where they belong. This quick clean was to straighten the living room, family room and kitchen. We sometimes work on only the upstairs, or only the kitchen, even the backyard or the car... whatever needs cleaned up quickly. The timer provides a definite end for the kids, and it's almost like a game.
The quick clean begins and Jackson goes to work in the living room. The timer ticking away... We even add 5 minutes when the kids start fighting and stop cleaning. The timer goes off and I walk into the living room to find the coffee table by the front door, the love seat in front of the coffee table, the ottoman up on the chair and Jackson on his hands and knees where the love seat is supposed to be. I try to explain to him that you don't clean behind or under furniture in a quick clean, but he says it needed to be done. 1 hour later, he finally finishes the living room!
The plan was to finish the quick clean, get baths and showers and then watch a show we had recorded about dangerous stunts. Had we stuck to the plan, it would have been about 8 when we started the show. We couldn't watch it until the living room was put back together, so we didn't start it until after 9! All Jackson could say... "I don't understand the quick clean".
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Stuff, Stuff and more Stuff
I was talking to my mom the other day about the drive to have things. No matter how much I have, I want more. I am always wondering if I could cure this problem with this thing. I want things to hang on the walls and things to put other things in. The strange thing is, I feel like I have to much already, and I can't figure out how to break this cycle. We had a yard sale this past weekend. I was impressed by how much was gone after one day of selling things in the driveway. What I really wanted to do though was take that money and go shopping.
I look around the house thinking, "If I had some piece of furniture, or some box to store these things in, it would look a lot neater". That never works though, and I should know this by now. In our last house, the front door opened into the living room. I would walk in and drop my bags, jackets, etc. on the ottoman. It was a large one that accompanied a love seat, so it held tons of stuff. One night I was complaining about something Jackson left out. He pointed out that every time I went shopping, I left the goods in the bags in the living room, this apparently drove him nuts. I, of course, had a great excuse, I almost always have kids with me, or the phone is ringing, or I have to use the bathroom as soon as I get inside. In all honesty though, I probably did this before we even had kids. I will probably continue long after we are empty-nesters. It's just what I do.
I got the brilliant idea that if we get an entry bench, one with hooks and storage, it will give us a landing place and keep things looking neater. For Christmas that year my mom gave me just the piece I had been longing for. Our entry organization was on the way. It has never been successful though. We have since moved from that house. Still have the entry bench. Now it is in the family room. As I look over my shoulder at it, I see the bench is covered in stuff... library books, papers(that Jackson neatly stacks when he gets tired of the chaos), two bags that I carry things for the baby in, 6 hats hanging from the hooks, a jacket or two(even thought it is 88° outside), and various other things. And, who knows what is contained in the cabinet beneath the bench? Although everything is within the structure of the entry piece, it almost always looks terrible. This tells me that no matter what kind of furniture I get, I will probably not become the most organized person, and our family is definitely not going to stop piling things anytime soon. This realization should cure the furniture wants... but if I only had one of those cube things with bins...
I look around the house thinking, "If I had some piece of furniture, or some box to store these things in, it would look a lot neater". That never works though, and I should know this by now. In our last house, the front door opened into the living room. I would walk in and drop my bags, jackets, etc. on the ottoman. It was a large one that accompanied a love seat, so it held tons of stuff. One night I was complaining about something Jackson left out. He pointed out that every time I went shopping, I left the goods in the bags in the living room, this apparently drove him nuts. I, of course, had a great excuse, I almost always have kids with me, or the phone is ringing, or I have to use the bathroom as soon as I get inside. In all honesty though, I probably did this before we even had kids. I will probably continue long after we are empty-nesters. It's just what I do.
I got the brilliant idea that if we get an entry bench, one with hooks and storage, it will give us a landing place and keep things looking neater. For Christmas that year my mom gave me just the piece I had been longing for. Our entry organization was on the way. It has never been successful though. We have since moved from that house. Still have the entry bench. Now it is in the family room. As I look over my shoulder at it, I see the bench is covered in stuff... library books, papers(that Jackson neatly stacks when he gets tired of the chaos), two bags that I carry things for the baby in, 6 hats hanging from the hooks, a jacket or two(even thought it is 88° outside), and various other things. And, who knows what is contained in the cabinet beneath the bench? Although everything is within the structure of the entry piece, it almost always looks terrible. This tells me that no matter what kind of furniture I get, I will probably not become the most organized person, and our family is definitely not going to stop piling things anytime soon. This realization should cure the furniture wants... but if I only had one of those cube things with bins...
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