Buy a pretty box/basket/hamper/shelf/trash can and put it right where you always put shit anyway. Screw wherever you’re “supposed” to put things, that’s neurotypical bullshit. I’m not getting up and walking to a drawer, who has that kind of executive function?
Is this coffee table where hair ties go to die? No what are you talking about, they love it here in their cute little box.
Is this hall table where the mailbox threw up? Nah friend that is the trash can next to my front door where I dump envelopes and junk mail the second I come in the door, and the little basket hanging on the wall is where the important mail lives!
Are these earrings just rattling around on that side table because I forgot to take them off before getting in bed? Of course not, look at this pretty tray, this is clearly their home.
Seriously, this changed my life. Bonus points if it doesn’t have a lid or anything—I find I’m less likely to use something if there’s even a single extra step.
