Those of you who frequent this blog know that me, my hands, and a craft project don’t generally get along. If it involves a needle and thread, a hammer and nails, glue and glitter, or even a pen and paper, chances of success are slim to none.
My hands are shaky, stiff, and sorta man-ish in their overall size and dexterity.
They don’t like doing intricate work on small things, and they have a hard time doing the bidding of my brain, particularly after it spends an afternoon drooling over craft projects on Pinterest.
I recently decided that this house was in desperate need over a makeover.
The Dudes are getting older and, as such, they need fewer child safety precautions (we can get rid of the baby gates and outlet covers), have outgrown many of their toys (the rows of scooting ride-ons in our basement have completely outworn their welcome), and are at least 13% less likely to ruin my fabric dining room chairs with chocolate milk (but I still don’t let them sit in them just as a precaution).
Plus, for some reason, since we purchased this house in all of its neutral glory, we’ve done little to modify that and add color and personality.
And you guys know I’m big on personality.
I was so totally sick of the brown on beige on brown color palette we had going on in this place that something had to be done.
And, since I am currently a, um, sporadically employed schlump free agent with some extra time on my hands* and very little disposable income to hire home designers or even buy furniture in its completely put together state, that something had to be done by me.
So, I added a little awesome into my dining room (please note, it was previously home to two dinning tables, a kid’s kitchen, at least 8 cardboard boxes turned random playthings, and totally blank walls)…
And then I went to work on our multi-use playroom. Because, in addition to being the place on the first floor where The Dudes are banished asked to play, this room is also part we’re-too-lazy-to-walk-to-the-dining-room-to-eat area, and part the-dog-needs-a-place-to-sleep-that-isn’t-my-bed room too. So, you can understand our need to make the kid play area of this room as tidy and organized as possible.
Naturally I went to every cheap person’s favorite place to shop (aka Ikea) to snag some organizational elements to achieve the desired affect.
I already had this (see, it’s been hanging around since Christmas)…
So I bought these and shoved all of their junk inside of them…
And then, I decided that we needed a solution for this…
Because, seriously, my feet and my sanity and Dumb Dog’s rectum (when she sees this, for some reason she thinks: SNACKS!) could not take another moment of it.
So I got myself some tacky glue (it works on everything according to the container), and glued two big ole Lego flats that never fit anywhere anyway to the top of my Ikea bench so that instead of that (see above), they could have this…
I noticed its awesomeness immediately.
Mostly because I haven’t spent even one afternoon cleaning up Lego bits and pieces since the day the glue dried on this thing.
And, I’ve not scooped one Lego filled poop from Dumb Dog’s bottom either.
Plus, they have been playing Legos every day! They keep going back to their little Lego city for more fun and mommy-free entertainment.
It. Is. Awesome.
Know what makes it even awesomer?
How I pimped it out even more by turning it into a sweet little reading nook/time-out chair/kneeling cushion thingy too…
Get your minds right people and come back for the way-easier-than-you-think-how-to next week; my man hands are about to blow your mind. Sorta.
*Dear people looking for people to make other people love their businesses and talk incessantly about the awesomeness of their products, Dumb Mom is looking for a job. She works hard, smiles lots, and has seriously cool ideas that people love to steal lots. Feel free to email her if you want to give her a job. She’s by her computer waiting.
**Today’s post was inspired by my bunk house, my messy kids, and Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.