Maybe I am ill, delusional, or just have a bit too much time on my hands this week. But I was overcome, on a purging high from cleaning out the “command center”, and I moved right on over to the junk drawer.
Now, I apologize, because I did this without thinking about blogging. I did not think, “heck this is gonna make a nice little entry in my web-log diary that is my little blog called “Wilbur Road”. No. I was overcome by the euphoria of order. You know that feeling.
So all I have to show you are the afters.
Trust me, it was just as messy as the messiest junk drawer X 1,000. I am pretty sure you can picture it.
The first thing I did was put everything away, where it belonged. Then I took a top of a box, scribbled “claim me or loose me” and put items that belonged to the children and Mr. Gibbs in the box. They must have known I meant business, because in about an hour, everything was GONE. Nice. I am known for throwing things away at whim.
For the rest of the items that needed a home and did not have one, I came up with this little number:
Actually, my grandma gave this insert to me as a gift last summer and it has been in our garage ever since. The perfect solution, right under my nose. Thanks, grandma! I love you! I wish you had the internet so you could read my blog.
We need a place for tools in the house because we have a detached garage and I am too lazy to go outside to fetch a hammer to hang a picture. This bucket now lives in the laundry room.
And for all of the building odds and ends that just did not seem to have a home, I created a simple solution: zip lock bags with card-stock labels. I popped these little cuties right inside our building bucket.
So what does that leave us with?
As you can see, this is a really big drawer. There was a LOT of junk in there. I can also see that I need to mop my floor.
Now when I open this drawer, I am overcome by a sense of peace and order. Yes, it is delightful. ONLY items that we need regularly are here. Extra keys, scissors, a hammer, tape measure, the stapler… you get the idea.
We will see how long it lasts!
But until then, when I walk by, I will lovingly open the drawer and marvel at my Junk Drawer… NO MORE!
Soon friends, soon,