Sunday, October 27, 2013



(This one gives new meaning to airing my dirty laundry in public. Except in this case, it's my clean laundry.)

Ok, here goes. 

I don't pair up my socks. 

I just stuff them in a crowded drawer. There's not enough room for a grain of sand in there. In fact, when I open the drawer about an inch, socks come flying out from the extreme pressure they are under. 

It's like they come out gasping for air. 

See? Sock drawer, before:

Scary, huh? You feel bad for my suffocating socks, don't ya?

I did too. 

Today was the day to conquer #8 on the list. Organize my sock drawer. 

I pulled everything out, and it was a veritable mountain of footwear. 

I found 9 pairs of tights, 
25 pairs of athletic socks, 
18 pairs of boot/dress socks,
a whopping 27 socks without a match,

1 pitiful little sock that had been dyed pink in the wash. 

30 minutes later, TA-DAAAAA!

Sock drawer, after:

The only problem is... I couldn't figure out what to do with the socks without matches.

I briefly considered my options for how to give these guys a second chance... But my mom talked some sense into me. 

The only problem with organizing is that it led to noticing more organizational nightmares that lurked in every corner of my home. The scales were off my eyes. 

I immediately noticed my closet. 

Exhibit A: 
Positively shameful. 

My Tupperware cabinet. 

Open the door and it's a total avalanche. I don't keep leftovers simply because I don't want to go near it. 

My downstairs closet. 
Junk central. 

Rome wasn't conquered in a day, but I was feeling strong after my sock victory and decided to go head-to-head with the Tupperware, too. 

I also cleaned the stovetop, the toaster oven, the microwave, and my shower. 

Now I know:
Start by organizing a  sock drawer, and you may end up with a sparkling clean house. 

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