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Shit Ikea Hack #2

Shit Ikea Hack #2

We have a problem in our house. The problem is stacks of papers. I've heard there are two kinds of people, filers and pilers. We are pilers. My husband and I have an ongoing argument about this. He is a piler who has not yet accepted it. He believes that if we make files we will use them. We will not. I say, "go ahead, make files, we'll never find anything." He says, "Before I met you I had files." I say, "When I met you your apartment was horrific and then once a month or so, you'd spend a day cleaning up and then I could bear to come over for an afternoon." So we argue and we have piles. 

One day I was at Ikea looking for inexpensive solutions to the plethora of our lives' not particularly pressing, but irritating organizational issues, and I happened upon a stack of metal hanging file folders for magazines. Now, I didn't really want a long stack of metal file holders anywhere in my house, and the way they were designed, was not only ugly, but didn't really give much room for stuff in each pocket. But, I thought... wouldn't it be nice if they hung individually - a single pocket in strategic places where we always seem to spontaneously generate piles of paper we can neither throw away, nor deal with. 

very pleased with my organizational ingenuity, I brought the filing tower home, and inspired, decided to go a step farther and paint them with colorful Nautical stripes, that I'd seen in some magazine, somewhere. So I taped 'em up got out the spray paint and went to work. Gordon came home and pointed out that if they weren't stack them the way they were supposed to be stacked, they didn't have backs. So even if you did figure out how to hang them, all the piles they were supposed to hold would slip down the wall.

I said that we could get something to glue on the back from Home Depot, and then I looked at him meaningfully in a way that suggested that this part would be his job. He looked blankly back at me in a way that suggested he had no intention of helping me with this project, because it was stupid and if I wanted to do something about the piles, I should get a filing cabinet. And in that moment, my project died.

For about a year my stripey pocket things sat on top of the toilet in the "bathroom of shame" - or the bathroom we pretend doesn't exist where we put things we don't know what else to do with. And then I had a cleaning freakout and threw them away with many other strange and useless things I found in the "bathroom of shame."

So, we still have piles. And we still argue about files.

Birdhouse Painting Family Activity

Birdhouse Painting Family Activity

Shit Ikea Hack #1

Shit Ikea Hack #1