The idea of being organized has a real pull for me and in some ways you could say that I actually am. That is, on the surface.
Hubby busted me the other day when he was looking for something in the downstairs bathroom. You see, every single nook and cranny here is jammed with STUFF. The bottom cupboards in the bathroom happen to house all of the STUFF that I had in my sun room. Well, I figured better there than dragging it all the way down to the basement.
So, try to open a drawer or cupboard around here and you will end up finding a lot more than you bargained for - and usually never find the one thing that you wanted in the first place.
Out of sight out of mind? Yes, but I still know that all of my Christmas decorations are willy-nilly in the basement... in the room that was supposed to be hubby's 'work room' but now has become the "stuff-everything-you-can-find-in-this-here-cuz-no-one-will-see-it-down-here-with-the-door-closed' room. Until you actually need something out of that room - which can be disastrous as when you open the door various items come raining down upon your head.
My dream is to buy about 100 Rubbermaid containers, label them and stack them up against the wall. Wouldn't that be great? The organizer in me finds this idea almost seductive and I wonder why I don't actually follow through. Well, maybe because I don't have $1000 to spend on containers right now. But mix-matched cardboard boxes just don't cut it. It's like a greasy cheeseburger compared to filet mignon. A 1970 Datsun compared to a Benz. Or the 'Hoff' compared to George Clooney. It's just not the same thing.
There is a reason for my madness however. I saw this quote somewhere and it sums me up perfectly:
"Organized people are just too lazy to look for stuff."