In an effort to distract myself from the fact that Daniel left in the wee hours of the night for a nine-day canoe trip in the Boundary Waters (without reception; I repeat, nine-days), I have taken to getting as much checked off my to-do list as possible. All the errands and cups of coffee and check marks later, I am ready to curl up in bed with my book and it isn’t even 8:30PM yet.
Visiting our little apartment has been my favorite past time as of late. I check the mail (which I believe will be my daily chore once we’re married) and frequently change up the space. I think our cozy home is coming along quite nicely. I am extremely grateful that Daniel’s need for change just about parallels my need for redecorating, rearranging, re-changing-the-whole-living-room. Just about every. single. time. I drop in, even if it’s just for five minutes, I can find something to move or something to sell.
Today’s trip included a cozy new entryway message, a little rearranging of the pillows for the millionth time and a new junk-basket. As two people who hate clutter (hence the weekly trips to Goodwill and the Facebook Marketplace addiction brewing), I was so surprised when Daniel agreed with me when I said, “I think we need a junk drawer…” Somewhere for pens, somewhere for our grocery list and somewhere for random mail we don’t want to open yet. And so, the basket idea was born. It now sits atop our fridge and is large enough to fit our junk but small enough for our minimalist-wanna be hearts to handle.
Voila!
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