What a perfect world it would be to find a home designed exactly to your family’s needs. This home would include the perfect master suite for you and your husband. A large yard for your 2 young daughters and would be easy for your Mom to navigate (who needs the assistance of a wheelchair) through any floor level of the home. Oh – one last thing – this home would also work within your budget (oops – sorry I had to say the dreaded ‘b’ word!).

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While it is fun to watch the reality show Storage Wars where people bid on the contents of storage lockers where the rent wasn’t paid – you may be living a “storage war” yourself. That war is the battle for space (and organization) in your his and hers master bedroom closet. Piles of sweaters, sweatshirts and sports gear thrown haphazardly on the top shelf. Shoes piled in a heap on the floor which resemble a land fill. And if you’re being…

If you think a shelf is just a shelf think about how frustrating it is when these things happen:

• Your towels and sweaters are a pain to put away because they hang over the edge of your too-shallow 12” deep closet shelving.

• Last year your 3-year-old son yanked the shelf right out of the wall. Fortunately, he didn’t get hurt – this time.

• You throw your high heels in a jumbled mess on the floors because there are “holes” in the cheap wire…

My wife Rose was hauling junk (including a Buzz Lightyear – circa 1995 sleeping bag) from our 18-year-old college-bound son Parker’s bedroom. This room was being repurposed into a “slash” room (it will be Parker’s bedroom when home from college, a guest room and a Zen-meditation space). I laughed when I saw the sleeping bag going out and got nostalgic about Buzz and those “back in the day” times when I heard the words, “To…

Are you used to driving into your garage and seeing a mess? Can of paint stacked in a haphazard fashion on open shelves. Extension cords, gloves and potting soil in a jumbled mess. Shovels with caked on mud and rakes with a errant leaves still holding on propped against the garage sidewalls (just waiting for someone to trip on them). Your concrete garage floor a mixed-up brew of dirt, leaves, oil stains with a few good cracks thrown in for…

Would you describe your closet today as something so far from special it’s as crazy as someone from Columbus rooting for Michigan? Hanging clothes jammed together like scarlet and gray clad people attending the Red, White and Boom Festival? Piles of shoes and boots as mixed up on the floor as your 18-year-old son or daughter choosing a major or career path? Scarves and jewelry jumbled together on wire clothes hangers. Does your walk in bedroom…