It's Tuesday again. Please be kind.
This is Joseph's art desk. Needless to say he can't use it as is. He can't even find his art supplies under all that mess. Poor boy.
Here is the desk after I tackled it. The harderst part was throwing away some of his little art projects. My mom instinct tells me to hang onto every little piece of paper he ever scribbles on. My survival instinct tells me that if I don't start throwing things away once in a while I'm going to the the first person ever to die after being buried in an avalanche of paper and stickers and glue. (Joseph wants me to point out that one his drawings is hanging up there on the left side.
Does your house have a junk drawer? Ours does. It also has a junk chair. In addition to being uncomfortable and kind of ugly this chair also has the tendency to fall over if you blink to rapidly while sitting in it. Hence, it has become a dumping ground for all kinds of things - library books, clean clothes, dirty clothes, toys, things that need to be taken upstairs, things that need to be taken downstairs and so on and so on.
And here's the chair after. I like how it looks like there's a heavenly light from above shining down on the now clean chair. You'll note that I've covered it up with a Disney Princess throw to try and hide the "old lady" look of the chair. It occures to me though that having the chair clean might actually be a safety hazzard. Now people might try to sit in it.