I have an issue with organization. I love, love, love being organized, or at least trying to be. I have books on the bookshelves in order of interest. The Kitchen pantry is organized by like items, all of the soups are in one place, the sauces in another, the soup stock in their own place, the teas are all together. I feel a little better knowing that when I open the pantry I’ll be able to find exactly what I’m looking for in less than a minute (hopefully).
My closet is even organized by like items, jeans are together, my sleeveless shirts, t-shirts, long sleeved shirts, then sweaters. They are in hanging together, color coordinated, starting from white to black. All of my white socks are in one drawer, the colored socks in another. Weird, I know, but that’s me.
People who really know me laugh because they just don’t get it. I just feel better when I know things are where I feel they should be. It also helps me to recognize what I haven’t worn in a while and what I need to weed out.
In reality I organize because, I love the fact that there is something I can control. There is so much in life we have no control over, our health, our family’s behavior, the weather, the list just goes on and on… However, I can control the way my house looks and the way my closets look. Or at least try to control them, I do live with other people, they know my weird ways. At least I have learned to loosen up over the years, just a little.
Happy organizing ~ Bam