Right now my husband is in the basement building shelves to hold what can definitely be called “our plethora of bins”. Does anyone else feel like they are overwhelmed with bins? Bins to hold baby clothes, bins to hold maternity clothes, bins to hold college books, Christmas decor, and candles. We have blue bins, gray bins, transparent pink bins. Bins of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye can see!!!
Now, although I’m very glad that he has embarked upon this task with such gusto (perhaps now I will be more inclined to enter the dungeon and won’t procrastinate the laundry as often), I do feel a little overwhelmed at the amount of stuff we’ve accumulated in less than 10 years. Now, I realize that most of this stuff can be attributed to being “thrify”–for example, I’m not going to throw out Rae’s clothes when Ally could certainly use them–but I find myself wondering “What did people do before the age of THE BINS?!”
I suppose they used boxes. But I can’t imagine how well something made of paper would hold up in a damp basement. And I hate the smell of moth balls, which are inevitable if clothes are being stored in cardboard. So I am thankful for BINS. And I’m thankful for the stuff inside the bins, for the the room to store the bins, and for a husband who’s almost as OCD as I am and cares enough to at least try to “make the bins look pretty.”