I know. Its a really lame title. Maybe I should have called it my love hate relationship with bins. Too long? Well then lets get on with it.
I am on a quest. An organizational quest if you will. My Time is limited. My space is limited and my budget is limited as well. We also rent so whatever I use cannot be permanent. I also only plan on renting for 2 more years max so I don’t want to invest a truck load of money and then not be able to use it in our new home. (Total wishful thinking on my part, but there is a plan, a weak but still a plan)
Please note truck load actual amounts may vary. My definition may be far less in amounts than yours. I got boys to feed and they eat ALOT.
So in the past I have bought partial systems or one or two things, because money is tight, and they haven’t worked for me. Mostly because they have consisted with bins. I have recently come to the conclusion I am not a bin person. I am not a bin person unless that bin is permanent, and by permanent I mean its contents shall never be removed. I can label what goes where all I want but if those bins get frequently used, they are guaranteed to be mixed up with in a week. It’s not that I don’t care. I do. I just don’t care enough to overcome my laziness. If it’s in a bin then its out of sight and that’s all I care about… until I can’t find something.
Take my closet for example. When we first moved into this place we quickly realized that these tiny closets would not work. I think they were designed for people who have a grand total of 4 outfits. We can only fit 4 of Mr. Wonderful suits in there and some dress shirts. Thats it!! So we bought a closet from IKEA. It has a hanging bar and a side shelving unit all behind closed doors. I keep my hanging clothes pretty organized (probably from my retail days) but the folded stuff forget about it. I resorted to bins on the shelves and labled them, but truth be told they have everything in them and it takes at least 15-20 minutes to find something that I haven’t put away recently.
My first step is to get rid of stuff. Thats what I am doing right now, so if you are tempted to send me stuff forget about it (Mikey Blue Eyes style). I just can’t take it. My mind and body just cannot handle it. If you need stuff, ask me, I might have it and I would be glad to give it to you if I don’t need it.
The next step will be something that mostly involves hooks and hanging stuff, cause I can do that. Haven’t quite decided what yet, but I do know it won’t be mostly bins.