Otherwise known as the black hole.
I’m jumping in late to Laura’s challenge of 52 Weeks of Organizing over at Organizing Junkie. I want to be Laura when I grow up. In the meantime, I have to settle for stalking her, and pretending to be her.
We have about 3 more weeks left of our summer vacation, so I’m trying to tackle one small project at a time. Last week, while I had Cailey out of the house at a playdate, I cleaned out the girl’s closet.
Now you would think I should let my own children clean out their own dang closet, but if I did, nothing would ever be thrown away. My Cailey is emotionally attached to inanimate objects. I don’t know where she gets that from. I mean, I keep my grandfather’s gold teeth in a small cardboard jewelry box in my drawer, but that just makes good horse sense…
Cailey is the child that at the age of 3, clung to our old bedraggled couch as Fiddledaddy drug it out onto the street for garbage pickup. Crying hysterically. It took two adults to extricate her from the cushion, otherwise, she would have ridden off into the sunset atop of the Waste Management truck.
And just recently I found a favorite dress of hers, 4 sizes too small, waded up in her drawer. I am POSITIVE that I had thrown it in the trash. Three years ago.
The closet was a wonder to behold, and so far, she’s noticed nothing missing. (insert maniacal laughter)
This week I faced my bathroom closet and gave it a good cleaning out. This is a very small, and oddly shaped closet, so I have to make the most out of every inch. Now. I’m including a photograph. Which you might think is the BEFORE picture. But it’s not. It’s the AFTER picture. Which gives you an idea of what state the closet was in prior to the reorganization. And in the spirit of full disclosure, I did keep my retainer from my adult orthodontia nightmare of 7 years ago. The retainer no longer fits over my teeth, but I’m keeping it. As a painful souvenir.
I emptied the entire contents, and placed items into zones, assigning plastic baskets for items that needed to be wrangled. For example, (lowers voice to a whisper) feminine products no longer fall to the floor when the closet is opened. An occurrence which nearly always sent Fiddledaddy over the edge.
I have no idea why.
It’s not like he’s never seen me, you know, GIVE BIRTH.
Since I’ve embarked on my couponing with a purpose extravaganza, I am able to purchase things like toiletries for free, or nearly free. And it is now more important than ever that I am able to know what I have in stock, and what I need.
For some really terrific organizing ideas, head over to Organizing Junkie. You’ll be hooked.