I think the most abused room, most unloved room in my house is the back entrance “MUD ROOM”. Probably like most house, all five of us dump our belongings and promptly forget about them once we’ve entered the house.
Brian’s suitcase has been sitting there for a week. I wonder if he thinks I’m going to unpack it for him? Eventually I might…
I got out some paint to touch up this awesome shoe cubby/bench that my step father made. I got sucked into touching up the trim everywhere while Gracie napped. I couldn’t stop myself! Everywhere I looked needed to be painted.
I used my Silhouette machine to cut out our names with green vinyl. Each of us have 2 slots, and maybe now we’ll put our shoes where they belong?