Hi all! I hope you had a fantastic weekend! I just returned from working with one of my first clients organizing her clothes closet. It feels so good to see the excitement on her face as we pretty things up and make the space more user-friendly for her. We worked for about two hours, and are almost done! I’ll be sure to post the before and after pictures soon (she already gave me permission. :)
This week wraps up our series of wonderful guest posts regarding getting ORGANIZED in 2011. I love today’s post from the talented Chris of Just a Girl. I found her blog this year and was hooked after I read about her, of all things, laundry room! It’s so clean and well-organized and she is so open and funny with the way she writes about her life. So endearing to read. Without further ado . . .
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Hi there! I'm Chris from Just a Girl, and I couldn't be more excited to be a part of Megan's organization series! I adore everything Megan does, and I jumped at the opportunity to share some "secrets to organizing". I chose to share a post about my laundry room and how I keep it organized. I will admit that the driving force behind keeping my laundry room in order is the fact that I HATE doing it! I keep fooling myself into thinking that if I make the laundry room tidy and cute, perhaps I'll actually like doing laundry. So far...not so good. But it is pretty!
I’m warning you. There’s a lot of pictures in this post. It was a beautiful day, I had the window open in the laundry room (don’t tell my husband—the air was on too), and I was appreciating my newly organized cabinets.
To be honest, they kind of already looked like this. However, all the turquoise bins used to be yellow. I was over the yellow. Thank the heavens for spray paint!
I’m pretty sure I’ve declared my love for bins and labels before, before, and before. Oh, and before. And before. Gees.
I typed up all my categories on some thick cardstock, punched a hole, and threaded some coordinating ribbon through. Oh, how I love some cute ribbon.
You may see a couple of bins with no label on them. Everyone stay calm. There is no need for alarm. I have since labeled them all and everything is right with the world again.
I mean, had I not labeled this basket “cleaners”, no one would ever know that there are, in fact, cleaners in there. Right?
All of the bins came from the dollar store—including the yellow change basket below. He must have been hiding from my spray paint. I’ll get him. Don’t you worry.
When your complexion is so fair that your skin starts to boil within 10 minutes of exposure, and when your backyard is an apartment complex for mosquitoes, you too will have a bin dedicated to summer. And you still won’t have enough supplies.
Just when I was thinking no one was around to enjoy the fruits of my labor, a friend of mine called and asked if she could do a load of laundry at my house (no joke!—she’s here from out of town). I {gleefully} said yes. As she was opening the cabinets for the detergent, I was standing there feeling pretty darn cool about myself.
As I walked into the other room, my husband looked at me and said, “You’re feeling pretty darn cool about yourself right now, aren’t you?” Husbands.
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