I know, I know, I still haven’t put up those before-and-afters from the kitchen… But yesterday, my mother and I finally unfucked the space under the bathroom sink! It was jammed full of all kinds of random crap, with the useful necessary things hidden behind the ancient evil-smelling shower gels and lotions*, and the hairdryer jumbled on top so that the cord would make everything else fall out of the cabinet if you tried to take it out.
*You can take this to mean “ancient and evil-smelling,” or “smelling of ancient evil.” Either interpretation is but a faint approximation of the true horror of outdated bath products.
And now it’s nice and neat and the bathroom-cleaning supplies are under the bathroom sink instead of in the kitchen closet! Huzzay! (That’s the nineteenth-century version of “hooray”. I like it better.)
(Even more unfuckery under the cut, including a dresser drawer stuffed full of miscellaneous papers that gave me anxiety for three years. If this gets on the UfYH blog, I’d like a hug gif, please.)