Closets.
I dream of closets. And cabinets, armoires, cupboards. Storage, in other words. A home for all my crud. How oh how did I not notice THE COMPLETE LACK OF CLOSETS in this pre-Victorian wreck? Where was my brain? (Bad question; don't ask. I obviously misplaced that long ago.) WHERE DID THEY PUT THEIR PETTICOATS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE???
Some previous resident turned the perfectly good butler's pantry into a TV room. Narrow closetlike TV room, but a TV room nonetheless. Leaving us, however, without a pantry and very minimal cupboards. No longterm storage. So we store our pantry items down the basement. Along with everything else.
Everything else, that is, that's not strewn about on every possible flat surface upstairs.
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