So this speech I’m having to write is sitting on my computer mocking me, and I’ll be all disciplined and sit at the computer and surf tags on tumblr and play on Facebook think really hard about it. And hours go by. Got disgusted with myself the other night, and figured, if I was going to procrastinate, something was going to come from it.
Hello invisible corner that popped up by the stairs:
Meet various combination of stuff that has to be put away upstairs. Only I have to find a place to put it away upstairs, so it is sitting there until I do. Guh, storage! I need to toss stuff out, but I keep using that as the excuse of other stuff piling up.
Nope, not anymore. Set that app timer for 20 minutes and I was off. Into the eaves, moving stuff around (hey, I can toss this!), into the closet (::shuffle shuffle 5 minute organize::) and with 7 minutes to spare, everything where it is supposed to be, 1 box of stuff no longer needed in the trash, we have:
Nothing in the invisible corner except random cat toys. Which are allowed to be there. (they, too, are on an exercise program for the new year because we all need to lose weight around here.)
Procrastination feels better when something is getting done….
The pile of stuff on top of the wicker chest that sits under our entry-way coat hooks.
Look! I found space for a boot mat! And I swept the entryway, too! The bottle-shaped brown thing belongs to my other half. I don’t know where he wants to keep it, so I am leaving it there for him to deal with as and when he wants to.
The invisible corner by the front door.
The wooden crates hold DH’s and my winter hats, mitts, scarves, and our work gloves (we live on a hobby farm). The crates will eventually, one day, maybe even this year, get mounted on the wall.
The large round wicker basket holds bags of stuff on their way out to Goodwill / charity shops. Cunning, eh?
Note to those not familiar with the English spoken by Canadians: “Eh?” is pronounced “a” (as in the letter), and means, “This thing that I have just said, it is true, is it not?”
This invisible corner has been hanging out for, oh, probably at least two years. Maybe longer. Best Beloved likes to go to farm auctions, so he keeps bringing home things like canning jars for me. He also has a catering business, so various storage containers keep making their way home, where they get piled in front of the door so he can take them back. Somehow, this rarely happens.
I have a small shelving rack that we put our coffee mugs and various odds and ends on, but I want to repurpose it into a shoe rack. The diagonal-slanty ones don’t work for me—shoes keep sliding off, and they’re not tall enough for boots except on the top shelf.
Here’s what I started with: