I'm not going to be seeing my grandbabies for some time - I refuse to contemplate how long it could be - so I decided this was an opportunity to temporarily rid the lounge of the stack of toys that have been a feature of the room almost permanently for the last last nine years or so.
Which was fine until I got to the fire station. If I am to move it I need somewhere to store it and if I am to store it I need to put it in its storage bag. Here's the question: how the bally boop do I get something that size into a bag that size?
It came out of the bag but this is as far as I can get compressing it.
It seems that unless I bend the metal framework there is no way it will go in. And I don't think that's a good idea.
I have plenty of time but not bother enough to waste on it so I've tied it with string and it will stay that way unless you, my wonderful blogging friends, can come up with the answer.
My clean, empty, very sad lounge.
6 comments:
I'd just stick the flattened firehouse behind the couch and throw the bag away.
The lounge may be lonely; but, isn't it lovely?
Cop Car
P.S. A clothes dryer can shrink anything.
I plan to hide it upstairs, Debra. Although it's currently lounging in the hallway.
Thanks, CopCar. You're right about dryers!
It's not so much the lack of clutter … I'm quite good at producing my own. It's the silence...
Your lounge looks lovely Liz, very comfy and inviting. Is the metal one of those that is in segments that come apart but has a rubber inner bit to hold it together?
Annoying isn't it - not being able to get something back into its original container. Personally, I think that's why beds are raised off the floor - to put things underneath!
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