New corners 2011–Part 1
It’s a roasty, toasty -4 today. I went to get the mail and my nose hairs froze. Preston said, “I don’t like the winter.” Addison said, “Mom, do you miss summer?” I got the car washed and all the water droplets just froze in place on the windows.
In times such as these there is only one thing to do, and that is talk about the mud room.
I spent hours this summer standing in my mudroom, strategizing the winter scene. I laid out a careful plan for boots, coats, hats, gloves, and scarves.
Well, it only took two days of winter to realize a)my mudroom is about five sizes too small and b)I set it up all wrong.
We endured a few months of jumbled hats, mismatched mittens, and an overwhelmed coat rack that gave up and fell out of the wall.
Once the Christmas tree was out the door I finally ventured into the mudroom again to reorganize and revamp.Despite the confined space, I think we finally have a system that works, at least until I take a sledgehammer to one of the walls and invade the office.
Bins for all the boots, which track in cinders and all that lovely road salt.
Slide-out drawers for the littles, baskets for the biggers. If I were more crafty, I would have hand-stamped those labels or knitted them out of wool from an angora goat. But. I was just proud of myself for using ribbon to fasten and not, say, old shoelaces.
Mostly, it’s nice to see the floor again.