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,

xo Jay