But what I always envy...ALWAYS ENVY...are people's mudrooms when you come in from their garages. Some lucky people have this sweet transition space lined with beadboard lockers for all of their children's stuff and shoes. That's what I really covet. I usually figure that a mom had some input on that floor plan.
What happens in my house is that nearly every Mathews (and friend of Will's) who walks in my house leaves their shoes, backpack, jacket, shirt they wore to cotillion in the middle of the kitchen. Most of it lands somewhere on or around the desk and chair in the kitchen but sometimes, as demonstrated in the picture below, they can also be left darn smack in the middle of the kitchen floor by the refrigerator door where you fall over them, repeatedly. The day I took these pictures there were 7 pairs of boy shoes within 18 inches of the desk. There's a pair around to the right, plus there was another pair by the front door.
Marc tried to tell me that one day I'm going to miss those shoes but I'm pretty sure I'm only going to miss the people to whom those shoes belong.
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| Those white shoes belong to Will's best friend who has really big feet, like a labrador retriever puppy that he still needs to grow into. And speaking of puppies, Cleo says "hello". |
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| Let's see I have here, Marc's shoes, Will's dirty cleats (better left here than worn upstairs I suppose), Will's new Clarks, someone's Rainbows, Will's backpack, and at least two more pair of shoes out of the line of the picture. |
