When it comes to being organized, I have delusions of grandeur. I like to think that I’m with it when it comes to putting things away in their correct place. And I like to believe that I hate hate hate clutter. Though these are both sort of true, they’re not completely true. I want to be organized. And I do hate clutter, but not enough to be totally organized.
I walk into The Container Story (much like Liz Lemon – forgive me, I’m about a month behind on 30 Rock) and love all the options to be organized, but I never get around to making it happen in my life. Partly because our apartment is approximately the size of a shoe box, with countertops so small they’re practically nonexistant, but also partly because it’s a lot of work, not to mention the money that goes into it.
I recently found this website and just yesterday found this picture that makes me green with envy. Now, I’m sure that these things don’t find their way into her purse in that order, but just the fact that she was able to put it all out there in order impresses me. It inspired me to clean out my bag, which sometimes resembles a kid’s playroom: lots of odds and ends that I don’t know how ended up in there. My head phones are all wrapped up in themselves and though I usually have 2-3 lip glosses on my person at any time, I also have one hell of a time finding them. And don’t even get me started on my phone! I keep it in my back pocket because iPhones are frail and I think one drop of my purse on the ground will ruin it, and even though I sort of hate it, I do not want to waste the money that I did spend on it. But then in dressing rooms I’ll drop it in my purse so it doesn’t fall out of my pocket and 20 minutes later I’m scrambling around searching for it, wondering if I’ve left it in the dressing room at The Gap. Wes just loves when that happens.
Some day, when my living conditions and pocketbook allow for more intense organization I know I’ll get organized. My house will look like the Berenstein Bears did after they did some serious cleaning (I love those books so much and am so sad that I got rid of them as soon as I “outgrew” them). In the mean time, baby steps. Perhaps just putting my clothes away each night is good enough for now.
