We have trouble, in this house, keeping track of the car keys. We always have, but it's recently gotten a little more serious since I* lost my keychain that had keys to three of the cars on it (yes, we have four cars; no, I am not entirely sure how this happened). As a result, we only have one key each for the two cars that really matter, the ones we use the most. So when one of them goes missing, it's a bit of a problem.
I think a contributing factor to this whole thing is that we've never really had a place to put your keys when you walk in the door. Coincidentally, while I am still in love with my gracious entryway, I also sort of felt like something was missing from the tabletop. Which is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. Though as I suffer from crazy insomnia, it really doesn't take much.
Well, friends, I have killed two birds with one stone. Or, more accurately, with one black lacquer box from the The Container Store:
It doesn't look like much on its own, but check out the big picture (pun totally intended. Puns are awesome):
It's not a big box, but it's perfect for holding the car keys:
And because it has a top, you don't have to LOOK at the car keys:
So not only will this cut way down on the amount of time that I spend frantically searching the entire house for the car keys every morning, but I also no longer feel as though something is missing from the tabletop:
Yay! Two problems solved, and all for the bargain price of $12.99. Ted will be so proud.
XOXOXO
ABC
*Just for the record, "I" did not lose my keys. Someone who shall remain nameless (Sissy) borrowed them, and due to an unfortunate series of events, they went missing. Just so we're clear. I fuck up enough on my own, I'm not taking the blame for losing shit that I didn't lose.
I think a contributing factor to this whole thing is that we've never really had a place to put your keys when you walk in the door. Coincidentally, while I am still in love with my gracious entryway, I also sort of felt like something was missing from the tabletop. Which is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. Though as I suffer from crazy insomnia, it really doesn't take much.
Well, friends, I have killed two birds with one stone. Or, more accurately, with one black lacquer box from the The Container Store:
It doesn't look like much on its own, but check out the big picture (pun totally intended. Puns are awesome):
It's not a big box, but it's perfect for holding the car keys:
And because it has a top, you don't have to LOOK at the car keys:
So not only will this cut way down on the amount of time that I spend frantically searching the entire house for the car keys every morning, but I also no longer feel as though something is missing from the tabletop:
Yay! Two problems solved, and all for the bargain price of $12.99. Ted will be so proud.
XOXOXO
ABC
*Just for the record, "I" did not lose my keys. Someone who shall remain nameless (Sissy) borrowed them, and due to an unfortunate series of events, they went missing. Just so we're clear. I fuck up enough on my own, I'm not taking the blame for losing shit that I didn't lose.