When I was a child, my family used to move a lot. Not "every five years" a lot. More like "I lived in six houses in two years" a lot. I'm 32. Nick and I have lived in our current home for two years. This is my 33rd house. No joke.
So, needless to say, about every six months, I feel this overwhelming urge to move things around, clean, reorganize, and the like. I have a few projects on my mental white board, and as I am working my way down the list, I have some really cool ideas.
First, I tackled my pantry. Because we use that space multiple times a day, it easily gets out of sorts. Lots of food groups- snacks being the most important to my oldest kiddos. They want to be able to see what's available and reach what they want. And I want that, too. It seems they are always hungry the moment I am otherwise disposed in the bathroom...
Here's how it turned out:
So, needless to say, about every six months, I feel this overwhelming urge to move things around, clean, reorganize, and the like. I have a few projects on my mental white board, and as I am working my way down the list, I have some really cool ideas.
First, I tackled my pantry. Because we use that space multiple times a day, it easily gets out of sorts. Lots of food groups- snacks being the most important to my oldest kiddos. They want to be able to see what's available and reach what they want. And I want that, too. It seems they are always hungry the moment I am otherwise disposed in the bathroom...
Here's how it turned out:
I guess I was feeling froggy, because I then tackled my closet. My closet is a nightmare! Old clothes that I can't seem to part with (hoarding...), towels, and pillows, and blankets, oh my! A new shelf, some new bins, a trash bag full of clothing to donate- and viola!
With the clothes from my dresser now stored in bins, we are ditching my dresser because it takes up so much space in our bedroom.
Next stop- the shoes under my bed! Scary!!!!
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