This isn’t rocket science. We all reach a point when we open a cabinet door and say a stapler falls out, lands on our little toe and almost decapitates it.
Though I exaggerate, and this hasn’t happened yet, this cabinet in my utility room was just about ready to spit something out at me, if I didn’t do something about the mess.
So I emptied everything out, made a huge mess, and found buried treasure.
And this pattern- so I could re-visit my plan a year ago to create Tory Burch look-alike tunics.
However, my favorite find was this-
My mother’s cap for her sprinkling bottle when she ironed. This was definitely worth the mess. So now things look like this.
Does anyone else get irritated making labels? I do- I rank making labels right up there with wrapping gifts.
And what about the stuff that was taken out of the cabinet- and not returned?
I’ll think about that tomorrow.