. . . our living room floor looks like this . . .
Even when everything is shoved into its dedicated corner, it still looks as though the Plastic Fairy has been to visit . . . and spewed up . . . violently . . .
So as part of the 2012/13 'accept we we live' resolution I decided to rethink the space. Or, more accurately, I decided to find a really big box where I could hide everything.
Behold, the new toy box . . .
The woman I bought it off said it was originally her grandparents' glory box. At some point in its history it was recovered in white vinyl which, very fortuitously, matches our sofas. What more could you ask for in a toy box, I ask?
I am under no illusion that our living room floor will still look a complete mess for most of the day. But at least in the evenings, when the small humans are in bed, we can hurl everything into the toy box and kid ourselves that we are reclaiming the space.