A Place For Everything and Everything in its Place

T-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, sweatshirts – I have a lot of shirts. Actually, I have many shirts – plain white t-shirts, grey t-shirts, shirts with logos, shirts without logos, colorful shirts, bland shirts . . .

Then there are socks. . .

My drawers were getting crammed with all of the various items of my wardrobe. So much so, that some of the doors weren’t closing fully, because items were sticking out.

I had organized my drawers before, but I guess when things start to overflow, it is time to do it again.

So I did.

Now, all my white t-shirts are in one pile, and all my grey t-shirts in another. But it is more than organizing the shirts, socks, pants, whatever – there’s more here at play.

Now that everything is organized, I know exactly where everything is. So, when I need something specific, I can go right to the source. No more hunting through all my shirts, to find the one shirt I want.

This may sound like overkill, but it really works.

I remember years ago, in a movie with William Hurt called The Accidental Tourist, Hurt’s great grandmother had organized her kitchen in much the same way. All the soup cans were sorted alphabetically by type of soup.

Then, the dog got into the cupboards, and ate all the labels off the cans.

“What’s for dinner?”

“I dunno, it is either chicken soup or cream of broccoli.”

Okay, alphabetizing your soup cans may be going a tad too far.

But organization isn’t always a bad thing.

Back to my wardrobe, now all the drawers open and close with ease. I know where everything is, and more importantly, I feel good knowing I managed to tame the beast that is my wardrobe.

Now, if only I could do the same with other aspects of my life. . .