If you’ve known me for some time, you might know I like boxes. I mean, not like cats and small children like boxes ~ although, lets be honest, large boxes made really great playhouses, and trains, and rocket ships, and…well…so, maybe a little bit like small children like boxes, but, for the purposes of this narrative, let’s assume I mean decorative boxes. You know, the kind you might use for storage, but that don’t necessarily look like just your average storage boxes. I like fancy hat boxes, and boxes that are made to look like books and treasure chests. I like boxes covered with beautiful papers and fabrics ~ I’ve even covered some of my own. I like cardboard boxes, wooden boxes, metal boxes, even plastic crates and baskets, in a pinch, but fancy boxes are my favourite. And, although you might not know it if you dropped by right now and saw the half-painted Little Free Library on my parlour floor, the empty boxes and baskets, the unfolded laundry on the chaise, the books that need to be put away, I really like it when everything is put away neatly in its place. It’s one of the reasons I really like boxes. You can put things in them, and ~ look at that! ~ all of the sudden, instead of a bunch of clutter, you have this attractively ordered space. I like it that way. I like knowing where my stuff is, so I can find it, and I like it to look nice, too.
So. Well, there was this one area of the house in which we had really been struggling with the whole “neatness” and “order” thing. A place for everything? Are you kidding me? Nah. Just…stick it over there…somewhere. I guess. We’ll figure it out later.
Sometimes, I think that’s a little bit how we moved in. Things were moving along swimmingly, but then there was a family emergency, and Shane had to leave town, so we moved a bunch of stuff over very quickly, with the help of his parents, who were in town. Then, the kids and I finished moving the rest of the stuff over from the old house, but I never felt like we got things quite settled here. I still don’t. It’s been more than 5 1/2 years since we moved.
In that time, time has marched on, and children have grown. When we moved, we set the toy shelf that used to be in the bedroom that the two youngest kids shared at the old house in the hallway outside of the bedrooms they would have (and not share) at the new house. It seemed to make sense at the time. The shelves contained stuff that belonged to both of them, as well as some stuff that was used by all three kids (like books, costumes, and matchbox cars, for instance). Over time, however, more and more of the stuff on the shelf fell into disuse. The kids just grew up. They still loved and had fond memories of some of those things, but, you know, they weren’t leaping around the house in tiny tutus battling each other with rubber swords. They need bigger tutus now. I’m kidding. They hardly ever wear tutus now. As far as I know.
Anyway, there was a bunch of stuff just sitting there on the shelf, not being used very often, and taking up a lot of space. We also had other stuff that just didn’t seem to have any place to go. Stuff like shoes and hats and jackets. Backpacks. A trumpet. Bags. Just, you know, a lot of stuff. So I started thinking, you know, what the kids could use outside there rooms might be something to store the stuff they actually use. I knew, however that, like me, my kids are sentimental. Over many moves, and in years since the last move, we had already weeded through toys, and what was left on that shelf really was the cream of the crop. This is stuff we want to have around for days when little ones come to play. It’s the cool stuff. The keepers. The question remained, with no useable attic space to speak of (it’s basically a crawlspace full of insulation and ductwork), and very little available space in the garage, where were we going to keep all this stuff?
What stuff? Oh. THIS stuff. And, while we’re at it, can we do something about this colour, because I vowed when I moved in to banish this colour from the house, and this, Justice’s bathroom and the laundry room are the last holdouts (trust me, it’s worse in real life).
I chose the above photos because I think they highlight the stellar organization. Not pictured: socks, shoes, backpacks, trumpet & music bag…
Well, it took some planning, and a couple of coats of Behr Marquee flat ceiling paint in pure white, and a couple of coats of Behr Premium Plus Paint & Primer interior semi-gloss in Vintage Coral to fix the colour problem.
We had already made a trip to IKEA to purchase the coat/shoe rack/bench that we wanted to put in place of the old toy shelves. Of course, we realized that taking down the shelves and replacing them with a coatrack would leave us with some major storage problems. After some brainstorming ~ and let’s be honest, the storm had been brewing in my brain for years over this plan ~ I discussed my design plan with Shane, who went off to the hardware store to have the wood cut to make the shelves we wanted. He primed and painted them, and, between coats, we kept searching online for shelf brackets we both liked…or at least one of us liked…or, you know, maybe that we didn’t hate. I mean, could they, at least, not look like they should be shut inside a closet? Hey…those are ni…Oh, I mean, could they at least not look like they should be shut inside a closet AND not cost a million dollars? We finally found some that fit the bill at Lowe’s. When we got there, they didn’t have the ones we’d chosen, but I think the ones we got are just as nice, at least.
It just so happens that Lowe’s is in the same shopping center as Michaels, so we stopped to see if they might have any boxes that might suit our needs. They did, you guys, and they were 80% off. That’s, like, pennies on the dollar. (Or like, a few dollars instead of $20, but still, quite the deal, and really, the only way we could possibly afford to do this.)
Look what a change we made: