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Getting a Little Personal

Post Script to yesterday's activity: Last night we went to IKEA and bought a couple of wood rectangular boxes to put in that huge drawer that holds all the kitchen gadgets. I now have my messiest drawer divided into two messiest drawers! One side holds all the long gadgets like rolling pins, spatulas, turkey baster, teflon spoons, non-teflon spoons, etc. The other side holds everything else. This cuts down my digging time much more than half. I now know which side to start sorting. Really, it looks much, much better. I took a picture but decided it would require a "before" and "after" picture to truly appreciate the improvement and I don't want to get that personal on a blogspot. I'd rather discuss my last pap smear than share something as intimate as my drawers. A great bonus was that in order to fit the containers into the drawer, the drawer had to be removed. I found a treasure trove of lost items! It was like Christmas! Two forks, an old straw, a bouncy ball, a piece of plastic that I know must be important somewhere, dust bunnies... My life is now complete.

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  1. NatalieJanuary 18, 2009 at 9:08 PM

    i really liked your bridal shower!!! i think i'll throw one for myself. :)

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  2. JoanJanuary 20, 2009 at 8:12 AM

    Isn't it fun to get organized and to feel complete for a while? Yea for you!

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