It's no secret among my family and friends that I prefer to run a tidy, organized home. I've taken a lot of heat for it over the years - jokes about OCD, anal-retentiveness, and other psycho-babble that is easy to let roll right off my back. After all, my pantry is spit-polish clean, neatly stacked with T*pperw@re galore (most of the time). And when I go searching for something important (like, say, that amazing recipe for butternut and farfalle in a creamy chive sauce), I can usually find it pretty quickly (or at least in time to make it for dinner that week).
But when I read this article, the heavens opened.
The angels sang.
The "cleanie" in me sighed in joy and contentment.
In her eloquent and logical way, Jamie Lee Curtis explains beautifully just why an organized home is a happy home. Why neatly stacked containers of dried goods, complete with labels (snicker if you must, but I LOVE my label-maker), make such good sense for a busy wife and mother. Why streamlined closets and archived boxes full of the kids' most sentimental belongings makes room for creativity, freedom and contentment.
Sigh. I think I have a new celebrity crush.
And a whole lotta new ideas for some fall projects!
2 comments:
He wanders off mumbling...."oh please don't let Marie see this - oh please don't let Marie see this...." :)
hugs - aus and co.
Tidy and organized? I LOVE those words. So why, oh why does everyone call me anal instead? Harrumph.
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