Organizing Freak

I’ve recently become interested in organizing, after much cajoling from the husband. After looking through my scrapbooking stuff, I agreed that I may need some help maintaining a cleaner desk. Otherwise, the desk surface would just be piled with scrap paper, photos and glue.

Anyway, so last weekend, having some free time, I went to the best (because it’s the only one) scrapbooking store in this sleepy town and found some things to help mend my disorganized ways. I’ve seen some pretty interesting storage boxes but the one that really caught my eye is this 4-stack container. There was no tag to show it’s name or who produced it. But according to the official receipt, the store calls it “stacker.” You can’t get any clearer than that, can you?

The stacker cost me about Php85.00, which is a pretty good deal, I suppose, considering it is a space saver. After all, space nowadays is an expensive commodity. Especially for me, seeing as my shoe collection (hah! A pathetic sort, if I’ve ever seen one) is almost taking over the entire bedroom, to the dismay of the husband (who, unfortunately, only owns about 1/3 of the number of pairs I have). Anyway, thoughts about my so-called shoe collection deserve another article all on its own, if only to try and justify the need for such. (heehee)

So, after buying the stacker, I eagerly went home and put knick-knacks in the 4 compartments. I was almost in organizing heaven. But that’s just the start. More organizing must be done if the husband must be fully appeased.

Clean up!

For years, my mother has been bugging me to clean up my room. Ever since I could remember, I have always led a carefree lifestyle. Translation: I let things (usually!) fall where they may. There have been times in the past when my bed was taken over by books to be read and clothes to be worn. My mother was often times exasperated with my lack of cleaning ability. When I would profess that I have no time to do all the cleaning up necessary so I could even see what the floor looks like, my mother would have an easy answer: Put things back where you got them. But then again, most of my things have been strewn all over my room for so long that they practically live right where they are.

After a while, my mother tired of repeatedly lecturing me regarding my organizational skills — or lack thereof. She just refused to enter or even look inside my room altogether. But now that I’m grown and moved miles away from my mother, I think I really need to harness whatever skill on organization that I may have been born with. I fear that in a few more years or maybe even months, my husband will be singing to the same tune as my mother had.

But what solution is there, short of a miracle, to solve clutter problem? Thanks to Shine, I’ve found some worthwhile suggestions.

In Quick and Simple’s Win the War on Clutter, there are 7 ways of keeping clutter at bay. But if you think those 7 methods are just too long for you, the site proposes a F.A.S.T. Plan, i.e. Fix a time to de-clutter, Anything not used for 12 months must be gone, Someone else’s stuff should likewise go and Trash should definitely be tossed.

If this FAST Plan doesn’t work for you either, then there’s only one thing left for you to do: move to another house.