I work from home, my living room couch to be exact. Most mornings my husband and I wake up, I clean the kitchen and make coffee and he gets ready for work. In our old apartment the outlets are in strange and sometimes inconvenient places. The most convenient one for ironing is located in the most visual corner of my office...errr living room. Once Cale has finished ironing, he jets off to his typical adult job, leaving me to sip coffee with the ironing board.
In all honestly, messes like this make me crazy. I like a tidy, organized home. It is ingrained in my being to clean before resting. I learned early on living with Cale that if I started an argument for every mess he made I would quickly end up alone with 7 cats. Some messes he makes aren't even classified as messes to normal people, it's just my organized brain that hates clutter. So me and this ironing board had two choices: we could hate each other and buy some cats or I could buy it a more aesthetically pleasing cover and sip my morning coffee with it hovering next to me.
That my friends is a makeshift mess. I am not suggesting you buy new things to eliminate being angry at the people living in your home. If I did that it would be me and the 7 cats again. Some messes can be clean up by creating a space for the mess. The George Foreman Grill and I had a few rounds before he found a home in the cupboard with the Crock Pot. The cleaning supplies found their home in a cute bucket that I spent weeks hunting for. They live on our record stand.
A makeshift mess is about creating a solution to clean up what bothers you with out buying stuff you don't need or going full on minimalist. It's about knowing what you are buying and why. It's having stuff that you love, that is also practical for your life. For us...okay for me, it's about learning to live with messes instead of arguing about whose turn it is to put the ironing board away.
Happy mess making, makeshift-ers