When I moved into my apartment almost a year ago, I delighted in the much smaller space. As weird as that may seem, it's true. It meant that everything had to meet at least one of three criteria: it had to be useful, it had to be beautiful, or I had to love it. If it didn't meet any of those three, out it went.
I donated, sold, gave away the things that wouldn't come with me. (And to put all in perspective, the old, big-ass house was so big, that Chris and I had enough of almost everything to furnish two smaller residences. In the big scheme of things, we had to buy very little once we were out on our own.
So, here I am moving into my first apartment. Everything has a place, and if it doesn't, it gets scrutinized again. How useful is it? How beautiful isi it? How much do I love it?
In the end, everytbing in my new home was there deliberately and intentionally.
Now why, almost a year later, am I in this re-organization frenzy?
Part of it, is that we aren't static human beings. We don't stay the same. Our lives don't stay the same. What worked before might need to be slightly - or majorly - tweaked.
That all makes sense, yes, but there's something more. It didn't just start with one bit of re-organization; it spread and spread and spread. I think I want my environment, which is so important to me in my new life, to keep up with me. I'm constantly evolving and developing, and so my environment has to evolve and develop. (But it doesn't do that on its own - it needs help - which means effort on my part.)
It started with my closet in my office. I have a filing cabinet and a crafts cart in there (the closet serves double duty), and I had unfinished quilts stacked up on the top of the filing cabinet, which meant I couldn't use the flat surface for anything like papers or whatever. Actually, if I think about it, it started before then, when Small Child started scrapbooking, and I unpacked a couple of boxes of my old scrapbooking stuff. I needed to find places for these things, so in the closet they went.
Back to the quilts.... I wanted to use that hard surface of my filing cabinet, so I needed to move the quilts. Now, I've done a pretty good job of maximizing the space already, so it's not like I just happened to have empty space lying around. I cleaned out a drawer in my dresser (by getting rid of some clothes that I knew I wouldn't wear and consolidating contents of other drawers). Now my quilts had their own space, and I had a usable surface in my closet. (Now, if I can just get those unfinished quilts done, but that's another story.)
Looking at my closet, I realized it wasn't being used as efficiently as it could, so I asked M to help me make it more efficient (add shelves, whatever) when he was here (it didn't happen, but there's always a next time).
Next up was re-organizing my cabinet above the toilet that held nail polish, medicine, and band-aids. Nail polish had taken over the place (I do live with two girls), but after my recent surgery and emergency room visit, my medicine section had grown. And then I got a first-aid kit from M (he is a very practical man), and that needed space. So, clean out the nail polish, make the girls store their horrid colors in their own bathroom, get rid of pollish that's old, and I now have a more usable medicine/nail polish cabinet.
Now for the current project, which I decided to take on this weekend.
During this last visit of M's, we explored my cocktail books and started experimenting with different cocktails. While that was fun, it made me look at how my kitchen and dining room are arranged. Some alcohol here (bigger bottles in the bottom cabinet), smaller bottles here (where they'll fit), glasses here, there, and everywhere.
I decided I could clean out one cabinet (it's always cabinets, isn't it?) in the buffet that currently stores vases. I mean, really.... how many vases does one need at one time? I'm thinking I don't need 17 all at once. I'll take them out of the cabinet, move them to an unused shelf in the girls' linen closet, move the taller liquor bottles in there. Then, I'll move the beautiful tea pots to the shelf down below (so they can still be seen), and put the various glasses on that shelf.
While I was planning all this, I had an idea for the food shelves that have never been perfect. I have all my spices jammed into a cabinet, and if you try to get anything out, several fall out. I won't do a spice rack on the counter because of visual clutter, so there they've stayed. Last night, I had the brilliant idea of a spice rack on the inside of the cabinet door, and you've never seen me get to Target so quick.
So, by the end of today, I hope to have a cool, efficient set-up for cocktails, annoying spices moved, better use of my food cabinet.
Will there be sometihng next in the Reorg saga? No clue. But I do know that it's not just making my space more efficient or making it work better or more useful or whatever. It's making it more me.