|secondhand hooks at windowsill|
Hooks are the unsung heroes of an organized home, as important as baskets and other containers, supplementing drawers, closets, cupboards, and shelves meant to tidy up all our stuff. I had picked up another bunch of secondhand hooks from the ReBuilding Center last month and finally got around to putting them up this weekend, with help from my friend Jeff and his cordless drill. And all it cost was a few dollars, plus serving up a homemade lunch as a thank you. Who needs her own drill when she can barter for handyman services? (Actually, Jeff did make me drill a couple holes myself this time for practice, and it didn't even hurt.)
|ReBuilding Center hooks on windowsill|
|hanging wire basket reflection|
So at last I have the three-tier wire basket found at the GW Bins last spring hanging up in the kitchen off a long, pointy black hook Jeff found for me a while back at Goodwill, currently holding onions, garlic, and a butternut squash.
|thrifted iron hook holding hanging wire basket|
And because it's a narrow galley kitchen with the work spaces lining the walls, the hanging basket gives textural dimension and interest to the room, in addition to maximizing vertical space.
|hanging garlic, wire basket|
|hanging onions, wire basket|
|butternut squash in hanging wire basket|
And that was all from one little ceiling hook. Over in The Garage—what I call the long, deep closet next to the entryway in the main room—we drilled up yet more used hooks, so I could finally hang up my ironing board, a recently thrifted metal folding chair, and the old-lady folding shopping cart he'd found for me at Goodwill a couple months ago. They're all up off the floor now, hanging beside cleaning implements and a stepladder, leaving much more foot room for maneuvering around in that narrow space. (I thought about hanging up the vacuum cleaner, too, but it's heavy and bulky.)
|on hooks: ironing board, folding shopping cart, dustpan|
|up on hooks: stepladder, folding chair, folding shopping cart|
Though this is the least visually appealing closet in the apartment, it shows organization progress, even if apparent only to myself, a progress due in large part to the simple addition of inexpensive, mismatched secondhand hooks—from wire hat hooks and metal coat hooks to colorful coated-rubber screw-in hooks. I suppose readers will just have to trust me on that since I haven't opened this closet door before on the blog. In reviewing my "Secret Hoards" post from last January, depicting my closets in the former house in southeast Portland, I'm reminded I don't even live in the same neighborhood this year and am much happier in my current space. So here's to progress, no matter how slow it feels.