My mother thinks I am high strung. I understand her assumption and in some ways I guess I am. I love order, the idea that everything has its own place... always easy to be found and always waiting where you left it. This idea I would imagine doesn't sound too bad to most... or if January sales ad's are to be believed I am not alone in this idealistic desire.
I know the reality is that even if you buy every last beautiful contraption they sell to organize your every facet of life they only work if YOU actually organize it and you keep it that way. I realize my pipe dream of having a label maker will never happen, if nothing else because my husband has declared it loudly on more than one occasion. My crazy comes out when I actually try and make that "new years resolution" of organization an actual reality in my life... In my world every cabinet has a label so that whenever anyone puts anything away there is a clearly labeled place for it.
My husband calls insanity... and thus I get no label maker. I still think it a brilliant plan and that all our organization problems would be solved if only for that beautiful and unreachable label maker... despite me knowing the reality...
So instead I simply harness my crazy and only let it run free on occasion. Like when I will, later tonight go through and color coordinate my closet, first by style then by color.