spring cleaning

First things first: No, you're not crazy (well maybe you are, I'm not a doctor). And yes, the blog has had another face lift.  Hopefully you'll agree it was for the better, but perhaps not.  This could be one of those Hollywood plastic surgery cases where everyone around me is going, "WTF?" and I'm all like, "Booyeah, I'm so sexy."  Hmm...

Whatever.

Spring is here, and it's probably my least favorite season. A) Brandon's allergies are turning him into a walking, talking and barely breathing demonstration of bodily functions and noises (ickk), and B) 20 minutes of spring sunshine has the glistening gods and goddesses around me noticing just how pale I really am.  Redemption, however, comes in the form of "spring cleaning" - aka. my favorite OCD enabler.

*Just to clarify, I'm not actually OCD, but I definitely DO overexercise my organizational and perfectionist tendencies on a weekly daily hourly basis.

With my perfect excuse in hand, and hours of planning already accumulated in my head, I hurried my butt over to Ikea so I could get my DIY and .50 cent hot dogs on.

The Problem:  A compendium of outdoor gear engulfs our undersized hall closet and has a blast radius of 5 feet.
The Solution:  Swedish design.

This WAS the "cleaned up" version (it was much worse before) until I watched one of the plastic totes warp under pressure, causing all of the coats and bags to plummet to the floor, which knocked over the ski's and longboard, hitting me in shins. I think I was in the car driving to IKEA less than 5 minutes later.

TA-DA!  Completely organized with stackable sorting bins, over the door mesh compartments, and - gasp - is that floor space I see?  Yup. 

It was a good day for me.