I have a terrible habit of buying dollar pails in the entrance of Target. I always claim that I buy them so the Man-child can keep his toys in them, but now we have an assortment of little pails that we use to lazily stick random writing utensils, buttons, and screws that we find lying around the house. They have become clutter pails.
Anything with a flat surface, a hook, a knob, or a cavity serves as a clutter magnet in our house. In our kitchen bay window, we have a pub table from the flea market and a storage entry bench with hooks that we relocated from another room to make space for the Christmas tree. It now serves as extra seating for the table and the catch-all for coats and scarves. The pub table is covered with craft projects and plants.
This morning I met up with a friend at Logan's and purchased some Greek oregano. I grow it outdoors but cut it back in the fall, and it has yet to sprout for the spring. I desperately searched the house for something creative to put it in until spring planting, until I decided to dump out the contents of one of the many clutter pails. Now it is an herb pail! Because the pub table didn't need one more plant sitting on it, I moved the winter coats to the hall closet, and now the herb pail hangs out of reach of the Baby's hands but easily accessible to the cook (me) and the waterer (the Man-child).