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shout out to Bernie’s clothes chair
weirdly livable moment… what’s the context of this photo
Living in a two-story house is such a blessing - the stairs make perfect shelves for clothes. There’s a workout-clothes stair, an indoor-clothes stair, an outdoor-clothes stair, and let’s not forget the laundry stair, from where I (in theory) move dirty clothes up to the basket as I go upstairs, as well as the clean-clothes stair, from where I (in theory) move them back to the closet which is also upstairs.
the stairs are truly the intestine of the house
Omg I would literally kill myself if I tried this. Not on purpose or anything, but frankly I’m amazed I haven’t yet killed myself. My stairs fucking suck.
They are old original stairs and they turn a corner halfway. Where they turn, there is a four-stair fall in the inner corner if your foot slips. Meanwhile on the far side it’s unclear how much further they go, because they aren’t particularly logically shaped, or even.
Stop spying on my house. That’s creepy.
Why call me out to hard, what did I do to you? I’d sit in the chair to calm down, but it’s obviously covered in clothing.
Au Contraire, my clothes chair is reserved for only the cleanest laundry.
Ah, yes. The Floor
Even more absurd when they reach this sad state: Too dirty to wear, not dirty enough to wash.
Similar to old-ish things in the fridge that are not completely spoiled, so I can’t throw them out, but they are already too unappetising to be eaten right now.
I wear the same jumper (at this time of year) and tracksuit pant combo during the day and the same hoodie with pyjama pant ensemble at home in the evenings on week days.
They hang on command strip hooks on the side of my wardrobe with two smaller hooks on the front for my morning dressing gown and night time post shower dressing gown on.
when my partner is away for work i just use the couch she likes to sit in
