For months, every day I would wake up and say to myself: “Today’s the day! Today’s the day I am going to clean up the black hole of crap that is next to my computer!” Every night I would go to bed and think, “…tomorrow… I’ll do it tomorrow…”
The problem is that it isn’t just paperwork… there are so many little items that don’t necessarily have a place to go. As a result, they become part of the flotsam and jetsam of the household tide. A business card will travel from the dresser to the kitchen to the dresser to a pocket to the dresser again…
Canisters can help tame the clutter.
This is the ridiculous mess that can wind up next to my computer.
I few years ago I picked up some wooden kitchen canisters at Goodwill. I realized that kitchen canisters can hold crap just as easily as they can hold sugar.
(Yes, I forgot to take a true before picture.)
These were a grass green color and had a basket weave design on the fronts with tea, coffee and sugar etched into them. I painted them a light apple green.
Not wanting my Crap-canisters to say things like sugar on the front, I decided to break out the Mod Podge and make sort of a triptych across the front with a bird on a branch.
Oh yeah… in leopard print.
I turned a sheet of scrapbook paper over and sketched out a branch that would line up across the canisters and cover their existing labels. I cut out a bird as well.
I lined up the design across the 3 canisters and cut it into thirds where necessary.
I Mod Podged the paper into place and added some black paint to the tops.
Now I realize that it is entirely possible that Handsome Hubby will not appreciate my choice of leopard print bird and branch… No worries! Riggght face!
A simple turn and no one can see the leopard print anymore.
Also? You can’t see the eleventy billion receipts I have to enter into Quicken…
…or the cables, cords, wires and camera…
…or the worst offenders of the craptastic mess on the counter…
Now, it certainly can be argued that I did not actually clean up the mess on the counter, but instead put it in the proverbial spare room and closed the door. Yeah? What’s your point? The mess is contained.
If I need to know where I can find a loose stick of gum, a bobby pin, a broken necklace or a watch with a dead battery, I know exactly where to find them.
I will sleep well tonight!