So, A Place for Everything But Not ALWAYS Everything In Its Place? Huh.

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That’s a how-interesting-so-that’s-the-way-it-works kind of “huh.”

Not a Texan version of “Pardon me?”

I love (affiliate link alert) my dishwand. I’ve blabbed about it already this week. And I really love using my favorite mug to keep it clean and dry and out from under dishes in the sink.

But alas, about three weeks after I’d come up with this oh-so-fabulous-and-couldn’t-be-any-more-perfect solution, my face fell when I saw it in the bottom of the sink, its handle in the garbage disposal.

I’m not sure how it got there, out of its designated home. I could probably pin it on one of the kids, but it’s not like I’ve never done that. By “that” I mean: come up with a perfect solution/spot/routine, and then life happens and I don’t put the item back in that spot and all is lost.

The “all is lost” part is overly-dramatic, but it’s how I roll.

I think that attitude is why the “place for everything” concept that Fancy Homemakers chant with a smile makes me tilt my head slightly while my eyes glaze over.

I felt the sadness of another failed solution, another not-put-back-in-its-place item, but then I realized I didn’t have to be sad.

I didn’t have to mourn another System Gone Wrong.

All I had to do was put the dishwand back in the mug.

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Which is so much easier than crying. Y’know, with the tissue and the blotchy face and the runny nose and all.

And it hit me that A Place for Everything is how people pick up their houses so quickly. They don’t have to moan or groan or stare at an item for ten minutes wondering where to put it. It’s not that nothing EVER gets out of place. It’s just that when it does, there’s an angst-free place to place it.

Getting rid of A LOT of stuff and asking myself my two (and ONLY two) decluttering questions means most of my stuff does have a place. (Not all, but I’m excited to say most.)

My dishwand has a place.

So put it there.

Huh. Pretty easy. Who knew?

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When Straightening Takes a Decluttering Turn

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Viewing every random straightening task as a full blown decluttering project.

That’s ONE of my problems.

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As my Slob Vision cleared while I got the kitchen out of Summer Survival Mode, I shook my head and realized the spread-out-edness of all the stuff on the kitchen cabinet might be contributing to the overall messiness of the kitchen.


So I took the 2.5 minutes necessary to straighten the area.

Things I know from experience:

  1. “Straightening” will make a huge impact. No need to consider it a decluttering project. Thinking of it as a Decluttering Project might would justify procrastination. Y’know, because if it’s a Project, I need to block off time, and blocked off time needs to be put on a schedule rather than done right now.

Oh, how I love putting things on a schedule. I love it so much more than straightening.

  1. Straightening this area takes a whole minute or two. Three tops. I have proof in other posts. It’s the blessing/curse of Slob Blogging.

Once I was looking at the area, Slob Vision Blinders removed, I saw the big ol’ bottle of conditioner. Yay for kids who bring in Costco hauls from the car! Can’t really blame them for missing the obvious need to take the conditioner to the bathroom when Mama didn’t see it either for a few days.

So I took the conditioner to the bathroom right then.

Even though this WASN’T a decluttering project, Decluttering Question #1 still applies.

The big ol’ bottle of Olive Oil went to the other side of the kitchen where I’d look for it. If I needed it, and it was still in this Kitchen Blindspot, there’s a 50 95% chance I’d search frantically everywhere but there and groan loudly about how I just knew I’d bought some the last time I went to Costco. I’d probably throw in a few self-pitying phrases like “Why do things like this always happen to me?” and “Seriously?? Who loses a huge bottle of olive oil??!?”

Once I moved those Duh Items, I saw this:

Cute but Empty Straw Holder at


A cute little straw holder with no straws in it. Right next to a plain ol’ container where I actually put straws.

Cute is good, but who has time to lift the lid thingy? And angle the straws to go in there? I mean, that might take two whole hands and five whole seconds.

I got rid of the proper straw holder and went with what works.

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At that point, things looked better. (Pardon the hand.)


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The big black speaker. Hubby used that speaker until he saved up his birthday and Christmas money to get a much fancier speaker. The big black one has been passed on to our kids. I guess they were naturally following the “Where would I look for it first?” decluttering question when they put it back there.

Except that two feet away (or less) is the nice speaker:

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So I took it to my boys’ room.

Straightening turned into decluttering. Way less overwhelming than officially titling and scheduling it as a Project. And as long as it’s not an Official Project, I don’t have to stress that it isn’t perfect.

It’s better. I like better.

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Maybe this is how Normal People do it? And how they avoid having a long list of Decluttering Projects to do?

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When It’s FINALLY Obvious That It’s Time to Let Go

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I was so proud of this thing when I bought it.

I found it at Costco, but it wasn’t cheap. There also weren’t multiple options like there might have been if I’d gone looking for a salad spinning thingy in a regular store.

But I wasn’t looking. I just saw it in front of my face and the proximity alone reminded me how desperately I’d been wanting one.

Desperately, even though I had never gone looking. Whatever.

Anyway, I bought it. I mean, it’s a really good brand. And just think of the motivation to eat salads! And fruit! This purchase alone will surely change my life.

It worked (for spinning salad, not really for full-life-change), but it’s huge. So huge I can’t fit the pieces in my dishwasher.

And it took up huge amounts of room in my kitchen cabinet. I wasn’t about to replace (a clutter-busting concept when I can use it) my colanders. I use those all the time.

And they fit in my dishwasher.

After months of shifting and counter-space-taking (in various states of washed-ness/usability), I stuck it on the top shelf of my pantry.

Where it sat, and definitely didn’t get used.

Prime Cabinet Real Estate at

As I put away groceries last week, I felt animosity toward this monstrosity (monstrosity is too harsh, but oh so rhymable) and the prime pantry real estate it had claimed.

So I finally gave up. I gave up on the idea that this thing would suddenly turn into the wonder-product I’d imagined it was when I bought it.

Off to the Donate Box so someone somewhere who doesn’t mind handwashing can use it in their much bigger kitchen.

Or at least they can find out it’s not for them for a lot less than I paid for it.



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