It’s week # 12 in Org Junkie’s 52 Weeks of Organizing challenge. This week Org Junkie’s topic is “Daily Maintenance.”
Finally, something I apparently rock at! (Just don’t tell my bikini line… that Mama Bear thinks it’s hybernating until Memorial Day.)
With the exception of my dining room which I am using as a staging/work area while I declutter the rest of the house, I have successfully maintained all the other spots on my project list thus far.
Just ask my awesome Facebook friend Regan.
The other day I posted a picture of myself looking quite fetching in my very messy kitchen. Later that day, she wrote on my FB wall:
I notice that you’re keeping that window sill in good order.
How awesome is that? I am so tickled that she noticed my neatly maintained window sill and that she would take the time mention it. Thanks Regan!
You know why I’m soooo good at maintaining these areas? Because I am sooooo lazy.
Maintaining is much much easier and less painful than the initial work it takes to get a space looking that good. It’s just like going to the dentist. If you floss everyday (which I do!), those bi-annual dentist visits are much easier, right? Same thing with your house. It’s just that sometimes we need a big ol’ painful scraping session to get to the point where we can easily maintain it on our own. That’s what led me to Org Junkie… I had gone too long without “flossing” my house. But now I’m back on track and things are definitely starting to look bright and shiny around here.
This week I’ve been scraping away at the hidden plaque in my kitchen. Ooooh-weeee, what a frickin’ mess.
Remember that built-in desk area of my kitchen? You know, the one that will be the ideal Command Center one day?
The first thing I did was clear that sucker off!
Here’s what the top drawer looked like earlier this week:
I only had one minor hiccup on this project.
Have I ever told you about the time I hired the world’s worst professional organizer four years ago? It was, hands down, the worst money I’ve ever spent. (Even worse than that case of Fat Burning Soap I purchased from QVC in 1997.)
I’ll spare you the details because I’m a good Christian woman who subscribes to the Golden Rule. But let me just summarize by saying that bitch flat out sucked. Bless her heart. I pray that she’ll find her true calling one day… perhaps as a toll booth operator or inspector #42 at the Fruit of the Loom factory.
One of the projects she made me do was to organize that same kitchen drawer I worked on this week. She stood over me like a Catholic school nun with a wooden ruler and made me decide on the spot whether or not to keep or purge every little thing in that drawer. It was so awful, I still have nightmares about it.
But I will tell you this. Even though working with her was like having a drug-free root canal, she did know a trick or two (tops).
And one of those two tricks I learned from her would be really handy for a normal person (i.e., not me). I’d like to share it with you now.
In that junk drawer 4 years ago was a bunch of random keys. I didn’t want to throw any of them out because I wasn’t sure what they went to or whether or not I’d need them in the future. Plus, I have a major phobia of losing keys based on a childhood incident in which I lost the key to our beach house rental and my Uncle and Grandpa scarred me for life with their angry display. Seriously… to this day, I clip my keys to my purse or my beltloop or my nipple ring. Kidding, I don’t have a nipple ring, but if I did, my keys would surely be clipped to it (and dragging on the floor behind me.)
But here’s the solution that evil organizer came up with:
Her intention was that I could keep the bag of random keys for one more year, and if I hadn’t used any of them by then, I was supposed to throw the whole bag away on 5-15-08.
Pretty brilliant idea, I have to say.
Of course, here we are almost three years past that scheduled dumping date, and have I done it? Nooooooooo.
They are keys! KEYS!!! You know the minute I throw those out I will find a magic box or trunk in my attic or basement that contains treasures beyond the wildest imagination!
I. Simply. Cannot. Throw. Away. Keys.
So here’s what I’m a-gonna do. I’m just going to move the baggie somewhere less prominent… perhaps to the bottom of my file cabinet. It’s just a little baggie. It doesn’t take up that much space! Right?
Forgive me, Org Junkie. I know it’s the wrong thing to do. I just can’t throw away keys. I can’t.
Okay, in all fairness, I’m starting to think maybe that professional organizer wasn’t so bad afterall. She just had one bitch of a difficult client. Bless her heart.
PS – to see the rest of the 52 Weeks projects I’ve tackled so far, click here.
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