Please Pardon Our Mess

Welcome! Step on in. No no, don't use the front door (blocked, ironically, with items to be purged/freecycled/sold). Come on in, now sit down and take a load off (oh, sorry, not over there, that bench isn't done yet - but here, this one is!). Don't mind the sand on the rug, that's just summer on the Great Lakes. Feel free to rinse off in the foot shower, if you like. Ahhhh, progress.

Darling and Pap-pap built the mudroom lockers back in May. But they weren't finished finished. And you know how we work around here. So in-between naps and dinosaur movies and Chase!, we got the rest of the closets up and finally got some hooks in there. Darling is working on finishing the west side bench, we still need to pare down a recycling scheme, and that empty closet on the end will get a door and some baskets and will be filled to the brim with cleaning supplies. [Despite the fact that our home can be a sandy, sticky mess, we seem to maintain a great supply of cleaning products and accessories. The irony is not lost on me.]

We also had a ridiculous (because of me) switcheroo on the bathroom and mudroom Hoosiers. The one intended for here ended up having a shelf on the lower section that prevented our file box from fitting properly. I couldn't hardly sort mail properly without a file box, right? Well, I decided they needed to be swapped. Which of course meant they had to be repainted to match the other room. This, an hour or so before dinner guests. At any rate, it's done. The mail Hoosier is still in need of some sorting itself and I intend to make one of those gizmo charging stations for it. But it's serving its purpose very well in the meantime.

This organization fills me with a sigh of relief. Some place to plop when we come in. Some room for unloading cumbersome bags and parcels. Spots for all those sandy shoes we trip on as we un-shoe at the door. A place for everything and everything in its place. How Victorian, eh?