Living in a two-story house is such a blessing - the stairs make perfect shelves for clothes. There’s a workout-clothes stair, an indoor-clothes stair, an outdoor-clothes stair, and let’s not forget the laundry stair, from where I (in theory) move dirty clothes up to the basket as I go upstairs, as well as the clean-clothes stair, from where I (in theory) move them back to the closet which is also upstairs.
Omg I would literally kill myself if I tried this. Not on purpose or anything, but frankly I’m amazed I haven’t yet killed myself. My stairs fucking suck.
They are old original stairs and they turn a corner halfway. Where they turn, there is a four-stair fall in the inner corner if your foot slips. Meanwhile on the far side it’s unclear how much further they go, because they aren’t particularly logically shaped, or even.
Living in a two-story house is such a blessing - the stairs make perfect shelves for clothes. There’s a workout-clothes stair, an indoor-clothes stair, an outdoor-clothes stair, and let’s not forget the laundry stair, from where I (in theory) move dirty clothes up to the basket as I go upstairs, as well as the clean-clothes stair, from where I (in theory) move them back to the closet which is also upstairs.
Omg I would literally kill myself if I tried this. Not on purpose or anything, but frankly I’m amazed I haven’t yet killed myself. My stairs fucking suck.
They are old original stairs and they turn a corner halfway. Where they turn, there is a four-stair fall in the inner corner if your foot slips. Meanwhile on the far side it’s unclear how much further they go, because they aren’t particularly logically shaped, or even.
the stairs are truly the intestine of the house