Cardboard furniture would have been perfect in college. People would draw naughty things all over it and we could get in furniture fights without any trips to the hospital.
This, dear readers, is almost a picture of my basement. It is not a picture of my basement, but I do have this exact same storage solution in place and it saved my sanity, my marriage and my soul.
I am not a fixer. I don't do power tools and have no DIY enthusiasm, but this was the easiest thing I've ever done and my home is an imminently more liveable place because of it.
This concludes your moment of Fleur's Real Life.