My husband, child, and I reside in an 850 square-foot house in Brooklyn. Positive, be at liberty to take a second to query my life decisions, however I’m principally proud of the state of affairs. Apart from one factor: It places a ton of strain on my front room.
I’d like to be an individual with clutter-free counter tops and completely clear pathways—did I point out the aged cat who’s perpetually underfoot? However let’s be trustworthy: I don’t have that form of area. Furnished with a sofa, a espresso desk, a small eating desk, and a TV, the lounge is our go-to spot for household dinners, film nights, hangouts with associates, and limitless rounds of UNO. And that’s simply on weekends.
On weekdays, after my husband heads off to work and my son goes to highschool, the room doubles as a house workplace–slash–non-public health studio. When my 8-year-old comes house from college, he normally does his homework and numerous artwork tasks on the eating desk (the desk in his bed room is usually coated in Lego items, library books, and goody-bag junk).
It’s a dizzying quantity of exercise for one 10-by-13-foot room to deal with. Opposite to what you may suppose, my private aesthetic isn’t “hoarder.”
That’s why I want my organizational secret weapon: 5 tidy baskets lined up below the sofa.



