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Our daughter, bless her heart, is not the most organized person. Her bedroom most of the time looks like a bomb has just gone off. According to her teacher, Mrs. H, her desk at school is done in the same style: complete disorder with a touch of havoc. AE's desk has made an impression on Mrs. H because every time I see her she mentions the monstrosity where our daughter sits six hours a day. All I can say is AE needs to marry well, or do well on her own, so she can hire someone to take care of all that "cleaning" stuff she finds so insignificant.

Trying to establish some order in AE's life, I took it upon myself to re-do her room this weekend. I went in and purged enough to fill an extra large trash bag. When I was done I decided new furniture with extra storage was the answer, so I took out all of the 70s princess furniture I had as a girl and went on the hunt for new order.

After doing research and discovering the desk and dresser I would like to purchase would be somewhere around $1,700, I turned to Plan B. I didn't really know what Plan B was but figured it would come to me, which it did.

My aunt, mom and I went on our weekly estate sale hunt and came upon a little shack (yeah, right) in Edina where I found the perfect desk for $95. One down, one to go. I then came upon dresser at IKEA which met AE's approval. I managed to put it together by myself (it is still standing) and I am pleasantly surprised at the quality.

Plan B total: $255. Not too bad if I say so myself. I will post pictures, as soon as I find the blasted camera.

Comments

Chris said…
It's not disorganization, it is organized chaos! I'm sorry, but your daughter takes after me alittle here. You should see my office.
Susan said…
So, that's where it comes from...it's all your fault. :-) AE says she can find anything if she needs it, she knows exactly where it is at in the chaos.

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