I’ve been having considerable knee issues lately, due to degenerative arthritis. The stiffness and pain tend to be worse when I overdo certain activities; interestingly, one such activity is standing for long periods of time. Since I’m an avid cook, I do a considerable amount of standing while whipping up magic in my kitchen.
Recently, it occurred to me that if I could sit while chopping, assembling and preparing food, it would certainly take a load off my overtaxed knees. About the same time, I remembered my mother-in-law mentioning that she had too many stools at her breakfast bar. I asked her if we could possibly take a couple off her hands; a request to which she graciously agreed.
In the reality of our kitchen, it turns out that only one will fit – which is just fine because I have but one posterior to perch upon it. I’m so thankful to have this useful and attractive seat in the room in which I stand the most. While you’d think it would be a simple thing to just place the stool under the counter, you’d be wrong. Oh, the upheaval the addition of one piece of furniture has caused in our house!
What upheaval, you ask? Well…here’s how it went down:
First, we determined that the only place for the stool was where the garbage can stood – so the garbage can had to be moved elsewhere.
Now – where will the garbage can go? We took the opportunity to reassess our garbage can needs and realized that since we take the trash out daily, we don’t need such a large can. Besides, a smaller can would fit under the sink, giving the garbage can a new home.
Except for the fact that there were lots of things stored under the sink…So I took the opportunity to reassess what I store under the sink realize that much of it can be moved elsewhere.
Elsewhere? Why, in the cabinet next to the back door. So I took the opportunity to reassess what I store in the cabinet next to the back door and realize that much of it can be moved elsewhere.
Elsewhere? Why, in the cabinet above the refrigerator. That’s actually almost empty since my recent cookbook relocation – and downstairs, of course, where household items go to become hopelessly lost and/or forever forgotten.
So, since bringing a simple stool into the kitchen, I’ve reorganized (and streamlined the contents of) two cabinets and moved things I use infrequently to less-convenient locations. I feel really accomplished when I think of how much progress I made in making my kitchen more user-friendly. The basement however remains a no-man’s land, suffering the “out of sight, out of mind” fate…
I think I’ve always had a “basement” (or a place very much like it) in every place I’ve lived. A spare room, a closet, a collection of boxes of stuff in a corner that I fully intend to “get to later.” But later rarely ever comes and things never completely get to be where they belong. It’s particularly frustrating to me in this house because we have plenty of storage space where things could be neatly kept. They just aren’t.
The area of the house that we live in daily is neat and well-kept. Just don’t look down the stairs if you want to keep the illusion alive. Maybe if I move the second stool downstairs, I’ll be compelled to finally move stuff around with purpose like I did in the kitchen and, once an for all, realize the organization I crave.
Nothing can just be simple and straightforward, can it? I tell ya, if it’s not one thing it’s another…