Room to Re-Arrange

“But I don’t have anywhere else to put it.”

That’s been my excuse for years.

As a child, I loved small spaces.  I would spend hours in the two-foot space behind my dad’s recliner, pretending it was my house.   I used blankets and pillows to create a home in my not-a-walk-in closet.

I’ve known for a very long time that the cabinet in the gameroom would make a perfect little play spot for someone who likes small spaces of her own.

But . . . it was very full of stuff. And the thought of moving all of that stuff overwhelmed me.  Especially since empty spaces for stuff-relocation were a rarity.

About a week ago, I tackled that cabinet and the cabinet above.  I ruthlessly purged, getting rid of most of what was in there.

So last week, when a certain someone’s brother discovered her latest hiding spot in the linen closet and proved that there wasn’t enough room for the both of them, I was able to solve the problem by moving the very small amount of stuff into another practically-empty cabinet.

And that . . . took all of about three minutes.

Go me!