There is a bra on my dining room table. It isn't mine. There is also my lap top, my daughter's lap top, sticky notes, an iPad, a cold coffee mug, a 3-hole punch, a sleeping cat, and a lint remover along with the bra on the table. My daughter is home from college for spring break. When she visits, most of her stuff doesn't make it beyond the dining room, which is a few steps from the garage door. Her laundry bag, gym bag, and school bag line the perimeter of the room. I could complain but I'm not much better. Even though I moved my office upstairs to the spare bedroom over a year ago, I usually end up back in the dining room with my papers spread all over. I frequently use the dining room chairs as hangers for my jackets and bags. In fact, I figured out that if I pile my school bags and purse on the seat of the chair, it is less likely to tip over when I hang my coats and sweaters on the back.