I’ve figured things out.
I’ve established routines.
And yet, there are still days when I could totally qualify for “one of those” shows. The ones where they take before pictures and viewers are horrified. Then a heroic organizer comes in and establishes wonderful systems that will forever change the person’s life.
Many times, I’ve considered applying for one of those shows. I’m pretty sure I could get on one. But other than one never-finished-terribly-wordy letter to Oprah, I never applied.
Because organizing systems don’t (do the) work. And I knew that as a get-it-in-shape-relax-and-wake-up-two-weeks-later-to-chaos kind of girl, I would live in constant fear of a follow-up show.
A surprise follow-up show.
Here’s the thing. I have two large, contained places to store out-of-season clothes. Maybe they aren’t design-magazine-worthy, but they work.
But . . . they don’t do the work.
I think I created the clothing avalanche above while pulling out summer clothes/putting away school uniforms. It’s a blur now, so I’m not sure. I just know that there were all types of clean clothes that aren’t needed right now strewn on my bedroom floor, and two large empty containers nearby.
So, at 2:44 today, I started using this organizing system. I stuffed clothes . . . where they go. Crazy, I know.
At 2:59, it looked like this.
And that included stopping for a moment because I was thirsty (too thirsty to go on, I guess) and searching for my I-know-I-just-had-it cup.
I’ll be linking this up at Orgjunkie’s 52 Weeks of Organizing. I can’t create a new organizing system every week, but I need to use the ones I have . . . . every week.