…that’s hardly the case. We need furniture! Badly. When we first moved in, I bought a beautiful large desk for our office. It’s great for filing paperwork, records and bills and while I don’t enjoy the act of filing itself, I do love being able to find something quickly and easily. It was a good step in the right direction.
But the longer we’re here, the more stuff seems to accumulate—despite the fact that I donate piles of it to Good Will at least twice a year. And whenever I enter the basement, I’m reminded of the fact that after four years of living here, we still haven’t completely unpacked.
I am making small steps toward a more organized life. Just recently, I found an end table at a discount store for our family room. It took a lot of searching to find one narrow enough to fit in the small space between our sofa and side chair that also offered cabinet space to hide diapering supplies. One minor achievement that makes a great big difference in our day to day lives.
Though there is a long way to go from here. This morning as I dusted the big chunky bedroom furniture previously owned by my late grandparents, I wondered if there will ever come a time when I could invest in a new set. Since our bedroom is hidden away upstairs, it is probably the last place we’ll get to in this house. We really should focus on bookshelves, wall shelves/systems and dining room furniture. I’d like to make our spaces reflect our style; I just wish it wasn’t so expensive.
Help! Have any tips of advice for me?