I am starting to enter that mental state where I know I am going to move to a bigger home soon, so I stop trying hard to find places for things. It's premature, though, because we're going to be here for at least another eight months, and all the things which don't have proper homes are really starting to annoy me. So I photographed them, so they can annoy you too.
Strollers. We have four strollers; this big one, the double stroller and two umbrella strollers. The umbrellas live in the front hall closet but the big ones just lurk around the dining room and office trying to look inconspicuous. Also visible in this picture is one of Blake's bike panniers, which don't fit in the front hall closet and so hang around the dining table whenever he's home.
Blankets; these are the ones that you snuggle under on cold evenings when you're watching TV. A smarter person would put these away for the summer, but I'm not even sure where I would put them in the long term. When we have a house and Cordelia is older and less prone to falling on sharp corners I am going to buy a couple of those Ikea HOL side tables with storage and stuff a blanket in each of them. There's also a breastfeeding pillow in that heap, but it is soon going to live at the house of a friend who is having a baby in September.
The not-yet-read newspaper travels from the dining table to the piano bench to the arm of my chair and back until it finally gets read and recycled; this one would be easily cured by just fixing the magazine rack which has been broken for six months now.
The high chair is huge and doesn't really fit anywhere. Fortunately it's on wheels so you can just kick it out of the way. Soon enough Cordelia will be eating at the table like a real person and we can pass this on to someone else.
Chest freezer. Obviously we are really house people trying to squeeze ourselves into a condo, because I don't know anyone else who nonchalantly tries to hide a huge chest freezer in the corner of the living room. "Oh, that?!" Also we have a toolkit and a organizer full of nails and things which want to live in a basement, and a sander. I'm not sure where the sander came from; maybe the basement things are breeding because they're lonely and depressed, up here in the sky, far from the cool earth.