You know how it goes: Friends pop over Friday night and you toss the laundry that's been on the couch waiting for you into laundry baskets, which get deposited in your master bedroom behind closed doors. Somehow weeks pass and those laundry baskets mock you from the foot of your bed while behind them glasses of water that the cats may or may not have dipped their paws into giggle on your nightstand, knowing they'll be there to see at least a couple more fresh glasses, along with a growing pile of books, join them.
from Apartment Therapy | Saving the world, one room at a time http://ift.tt/2tAH2rD
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