WWSD - What Would Stimey Do?

Has everyone been over to see Stimey's inspirational chronicle of her quest to rid her house of unwanted items, The Junk Pyramid? It's like porn for organizational freaks. I used to be an organizational freak, now I fear I'm just a freak. I have lovely, labeled fabric cubes for all the kids' toys but sometimes, I'm paralized by my own anal-retentiveness. Wherein, I don't have the [inclination] time do do it right, so I don't do it at all. And the clutter grows...

Well, since The New Girl turned me on to Stimey's truly awesome blog, whenever I'm trying to clean up and run across say, a McDonalds toy, I ask myself, "what would Stimey do?" Inevitably, the answer is pitch it, donate it, or recycle it. And so I've been ridding our little Cabina Contenta item by item of unwanted/unloved/unused or just plain, unknown crap. One piece at a time.

Saturday, we had a quiet at home day, which was a nice change of pace from the parade of preschool birthday parties that seem to fill every weekend (this is not a slam; RC's is the end of April). Anyway, Andy was down in the basement with the boys building a fort so I got to do this. This is a before shot of (one of) our kitchen junk drawer(s).

In the process, I found belt clips for cell phones we no longer own, batteries of every shape, size, and voltage, a zillion little felt pads for the bottom of furniture, a useless DVD cleaning kit, tons of fasteners of all sizes and descriptions, and enough birthday candles to celebrate clear through my retirement.

Oh, and I also have this from my Nativity Set (given to us by my Auntie Marie at our wedding shower).
Each year, I try to find the little cut out in the styrofoam where poor Gloria belongs and each year, she ends up back here. And here she stays for at least another year.

At the end of the cleaning, I arrived here. Sorry about the poor light but obviously, the Junk Drawer is by the window. Take my word for it; it's a work of art.


Then, just for good measure, and because the fort-raising was still in progress in the basement, I took a swipe at the wraps and [weapons cache] sharp stuff drawer. This picture gives me vertigo.

As an added bonus, while Andy and the boys were playing around down in the basement, he straightened as well.

Ahhh. Music to a organizational freak's eyes...