I keep looking in my kitchen nook thinking that I should put a small table there:
and then I swing my head 180 degrees and look at the kitchen counter.
Oh, no! The family does not need another place to dump things. I really must ask, "Why does a jacket belong on the kitchen counter?" Mind you I have a mud room with hooks for coats, there is another one not 10 feet farther, another set of hooks at the top of the cellar, and goodness forbid, they walk the 25 feet to the actual closet. What is it about empty flat spaces in a house that calls for people to fill it? I think I'll leave the other corner to the animals.