Friday, October 25, 2013

I expected more from our shoes

Apparently, when left to their own devices, our shoes will organize and stomp all over an unsuspecting bottle of Febreeze.

Do you see it?

Poor Febreeze.

I had to do something.

I'm kinda proud of this solution...

Shoes on shelves are part of a larger operation to organize our front room. 
 That feels better.


  1. What happy looking shoes! Our poor shoes lie in a jumble on the front hall closet floor. I think they've taken up some nasty habits when the door is closed, based on the smell they create. Ew. I'm afraid to open the door now.

    1. I think shoes prefer to be in a jumbled mess. I try and try but still they pile up. Silly shoes!