The true savior of the house
The true savior of the house
The true savior of the house
But you have to at least lay them over the backrest so they don't become too wrinkly. At first. Then when it becomes unmanageable you can just pile them on.
Simone Giertz built herself a chair for this exact purpose.
that’s the “LRU cache”
heh, I get it
(Narrator: But he didn't, for the Least Recently Used Cache assumes that the most unworn items on the chair are first to get picked to be washed, when the opposite is in fact true. It's a LIFO stack FFS)
Chairdrobe and floordrobe.
Hey, remember: the floor is the biggest shelf in your house
Stop spying on my house. That's creepy.
Why call me out to hard, what did I do to you? I'd sit in the chair to calm down, but it's obviously covered in clothing.
Au Contraire, my clothes chair is reserved for only the cleanest laundry.
Ah, yes. The Floor
Even more absurd when they reach this sad state: Too dirty to wear, not dirty enough to wash.
Similar to old-ish things in the fridge that are not completely spoiled, so I can't throw them out, but they are already too unappetising to be eaten right now.
The solution: over the door hooks for the closet.
I have some leftover small plastic cubby shelves you can rearrange that sit next to my laundry. There were enough parts to make 2 cubbies. Works great for me.
I sold "the chair" about half a year ago. Now they take up half the sofa & some floor by the bed.
I wear the same jumper (at this time of year) and tracksuit pant combo during the day and the same hoodie with pyjama pant ensemble at home in the evenings on week days.
They hang on command strip hooks on the side of my wardrobe with two smaller hooks on the front for my morning dressing gown and night time post shower dressing gown on.
Ooooh, la dee dah. A morning dressing gown and an evening dressing gown? Does your butler hang it up for you?
I have a thing with 6 hooks on it that attaches to the top of my bedroom door. That's where I put clothes I've worn already that I intend to wear again before I wash them. Also my coat and hat.
Chair. Look at Mr fancy over here, who can afford chairs. It's the floor next to the bed in my case.
Just crawl through it in the morning and you're dressed!
I present to you: The pile.
Living in a two-story house is such a blessing - the stairs make perfect shelves for clothes. There’s a workout-clothes stair, an indoor-clothes stair, an outdoor-clothes stair, and let’s not forget the laundry stair, from where I (in theory) move dirty clothes up to the basket as I go upstairs, as well as the clean-clothes stair, from where I (in theory) move them back to the closet which is also upstairs.
Omg I would literally kill myself if I tried this. Not on purpose or anything, but frankly I’m amazed I haven’t yet killed myself. My stairs fucking suck.
They are old original stairs and they turn a corner halfway. Where they turn, there is a four-stair fall in the inner corner if your foot slips. Meanwhile on the far side it’s unclear how much further they go, because they aren’t particularly logically shaped, or even.