I’ve always been a fan of good storage solutions. The fact that we moved into a house with absolutely NOWHERE to put ANYTHING was perhaps the catalyst for my obsession. When there is not a nook or a cranny in sight, you have to resort to desperate measures.
We had the mop and bucket in the bathroom and a hook on the wall for the dustpan and brush. The ironing board was propped up behind the kitchen door at an optimum angle so as not to flatten any visitors, and the iron was shoehorned into the crockery cupboard. The one cubby hole we were afforded was stuffed to the rafters with bags. Plastic carriers, bin bags, hoover bags and bags for life which I’ve only ever used once because I always forget about them. The pull-along hoover was so inaccessible in its designated space behind the couch that dustballs were beginning to cause a health hazard.
Don’t even mention the word ‘toys’. My immediate solution to this problem was to invest in a big blanket box and shove them all inside, hoping they would permanently be forgotten about. Gradually however, I developed storage envy and transferred most of the toys upstairs (and chucked a few more out under the cover of darkness), replacing them with my hoover. My life was transformed. I was now able to drag it out of its hidey-hole and whizz it around the house before you could say “Jack Robinson”. Such easy access was also quite handy whilst on maternity leave. I was run off my feet with a newborn to slave over but after working full time it just felt weird being in the house all day. I had this notion that I was supposed to have the place ship-shape and a three course meal on the table by the time my husband came home from work. In fact I couldn’t even seem to manage to make myself a measly cuppa. So the idea was born…The moment I heard the car pull up outside I would reach for the trusty hoover, plug it in and toss the cable across the room – all in a matter of seconds. As soon as he walked in I would then proceed to make a huge meal out of putting it away again (the only meal he was going to get I might add). Devious I know and the house was no cleaner but it always gave me a strange sense of satisfaction, almost as if I had actually DONE the bloomin hoovering. If he wasn’t fooled at least I was. Anyone who says motherhood doesn’t make them crazy is lying.
To celebrate this craziness for the month of July I am offering 10% discount on our storage and bags accessories as well as our bedding boxes.
https://www.littlelucywillow.co.uk/Storage-and-Bags-Category-138.html