The problem is my family is the opposite; I have diagnosed them as hoarders of junk. If you walk into my daughter's room right now it looks like Walmart threw-up in there! Junk Junk Junk! Everywhere! No doubt there is loads of unfolded laundry mounding in the corner.
Friday night I made the decision I was going to get rid of my living room furniture! I was tired of cleaning around the massive, overstuffed, uneasy to clean, awkwardly shaped beast, known as my couch and chair.
When I would look at these pieces of furniture, I would envision the granola bar wrappers, the dirty socks, and the candy wrappers that had been stuffed down in the crevices of the couch.....this made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Hiding clutter inside of clutter!
Moments after I posted on Facebook begging for someone to take this nuisance off my hands, I got the first text, let me see your new furniture. Umm...I haven't bought any furniture yet!
Ya see I am on a mission to find the exactly perfect piece of furniture! In my mind, I have this perfect idea. The furniture will be clean, harsh, with straight lines. It will be resistant to hiding dirty socks, empty wrappers, and TV remotes. It will sturdy and bounce resistant. It will match everything I put in my living room at all times.
So since my list is strict and hard to find, to the great embarrassment of my kids, I have moved our patio furniture inside to act as my minimalist furniture until I find or create that perfect piece.
|Their response to our makeshift furniture.|