So Tuesdays here are getting a little bit of a makeover…because honestly, I can’t write a tutorial every month, much less every week. As a result, Tuesday posts will now be either of the tutorial variety, or of the slightly different “How-to” variety.
What’s the difference, you may ask?
Tutorials really should actually include instructions. However, a “how-to” may be instructions, a list, or just a clever title reflecting whatever it is that I may want to write about that day. Also, I need alliteration, or I will die, and the “t” in “How to” is just enough to keep me from slipping into a blog-induced coma.
So, ready for this?
Ta-da!

Ok, so a while back, I shared a photo of what happens to the top of the dresser by my bedroom door.
And it was ugly.

See? Told you.
Anyway, long before I posted that photo, I knew something had to be done about that mess. And then after I posted it, I was all “I’m showing a slice of real life…that’s got to count for something.”
Then this whole blog home tour thing happened, and I looked at all of the gorgeous houses these women have, and I was singing a different tune.
Now, mind you, I have very realistic expectations for the condition of my house, considering that we have two children, two adults who hate to clean, and two very time consuming jobs. But the house envy still gave me the gumption to get going on that dresser.
So, folks…here is where we are now.

And because I’m so awesome and so fond of inane detail, I’m going to tell you what was there and how I organized it to get it looking this darn cute. Oh, and hopefully, it will provide some inspiration for someone, somewhere, with a similar situation.
What was there:
* A whole bunch of nursing pads
* Random items that our dear daughter brings into our room…this included an unopened pack of shoe strings, shell necklace, and cell phone manual
* Several different snuggle blankets
* About 5 bras…because that’s where they go when they are removed, and that is where they stay until they are called into boob holding service once more
* Several maternity tops that never made it into the “maternity clothes” box for the attic
* That pack of gigantic underwear I bought by accident (OMG, I can’t believe I haven’t written about this yet…remind me later, ok?)
* Two meat company hats
* A bunch of coupons that came in packages of diapers
* A stack of clean, folded, white men’s undershirts that never made it to the drawer where they live
* Mostly empty container of Tums
* A whole bunch of receipts
* A whole bunch of Kyla’s pay stubs
* The unopened package of Dora undies waiting for potty training to happen
* A few bits of string, buttons, change, three non-matching toddler socks…
And a partridge in a pear tree
No, really, somewhere towards the bottom left, there was a bird key chain.
There was a clear pattern here…a bunch of stuff that never made it where it was supposed to go, but obviously didn’t belong on the dresser. And most of these items had a home not far from their current resting place.
So, the real pattern is laziness.
But I’m hoping to kick that, and keep it like this.

Here is where everything went:
As I was going through everything, I found a lot more than what is listed above. Like three stuffed animals and a flash light.
* I am giggling as I write this, because it has not escaped me how hilarious and sad it is that we had all of that stuff just sitting in piles on the dresser *
I took an inventory of the items that I knew would end up right back on the dresser. You know, because something is always going to end up there again.
The receipts need to just go in the trash or of to be filed away as soon as they come out of the pockets. End of story. We’re adults, and we should be able to handle that.
Then there is the matter of the other “pocket finds.” The buttons, the loose change, the bottle caps, bottle caps, keys…whatever.
The change is easy. A mason jar (leftover from our wedding decorations) is a great place to put change, and it kind of goes with our whole “old country farm cottage” thing we’ve got going on.
We had this cute little flower plate that used to sit in our foyer to catch keys and other items that were generally discarded in that part of the house. However, Kyla Brown has taken to dropping his keys and wallet on the dresser so that tiny fingers do not find them and misplace them. So, the little plate got a new life as a dresser accessory, sitting there anxiously awaiting those keys and wallets, or belts, or gum, or other items that need to be easily accessible for daily use.
Then there is the other stuff. Cue the pretty ivory-slash-porcelain sugar jar. Don’t remember when or where I bought it, but it was cheap, and Kyla did not like it for holding sugar. He said it was too small to hold a five pound bag, so he didn’t want to use it. Kitchen snob. Anyway, so now it gets to sit on our dresser, acting as a haven for those miscellaneous pocket finds on their journey to pure organization.
Two wood cigar boxes hold other randomness, like the various paper items that we want to save for sentimental value. The contents of those boxes could be a post all by itself. Napkins with inside jokes scribbled on them, plastic wristbands from bars and shows, phone numbers on McDonald’s receipts, pebbles that we thought were pretty…yeah, I know, I will be on hoarders when I’m old, but at least he’ll be on there with me, because half of it is his.
And, lastly, we have my jewelry boxes…the tarnished silver one that some sweet relative gave me when I was in high school, and the awesome box I found at Home Goods when I lived in Savannah. These are two of my favorite things in the entire house.
Side note: if you’re considering coming to my house and going straight for those boxes, don’t waste your time, unless you want my engagement ring that we bought at Belk, on clearance, for twelve bucks. And if you touch it, I will kill you.

I’m planning to get another size mason jar or old bottle for holding fresh flowers, but I have yet to have the heart to cut any of the ones in my yard. Maybe when my gladiolus bloom. I think I need some more height there in front of the light switch, and it would be super awesome to wake up to flowers every morning.
One day, you’ll get to see what we do with that dresser. I’m torn on what to do with it, since one of the handles needs to be fixed and the top layer of paint was probably already peeling when I was born. I want it to look nice, and not be a safety hazard for my kids (peeling lead paint…check!), but I am having a hard time knowing what to do. Knowing that it was built by my great great grandfather makes me want to be extra careful of what I do with it.
Any ideas, now that y’all can see it?