Thinking of Benetton reminds me of what my daughter, Rashida used to say. Whenever we passed a Benetton store she’d say, “I just want to run in there and mess everything up.” She’s definitely not as anal about organization as I am, but she’s beginning to come along. I think it takes awhile to morph into your mother.
My organizing the linen closet is something like Ted’s cleaning the garage, only it really happens (smile). So after I did that and stood back and looked and said “This is good”, I was somehow motivated to replace some towels that felt like sandpaper and buy more washcloths (I didn't have enough). Also needed to buy a spice rack to organize my spices and an expanding 3-tier pantry shelf to organize my pantry. Help me, I’m out of control! Once I get organizing, the activity takes on a life of its own.
I once was wondering where I got my penchant for organizing from. I couldn’t figure it out. Then one day I was visiting my mother and she needed a pair of shoes from her closet. She asked me to go get them, and I did. There on her closet shelf was a neat stack of shoe boxes. Each box had written on it the color of the shoe and whether it was a pump, sandal, sneaker, etc. That’s when I got it. Somehow or other I had never noticed that my mother was organized but that brought it all home to me. I probably would have noticed it if she wasn’t organized, I’ll bet. So, I get this naturally. I have to work really hard, though not to take it to an obsessive level. I can easily go there.
After the yoga, chiropractic and massage appointments of the last few days, and after restarting my workout program, I am feeling 100% better. My blood pressure this morning was 116/73. Great and I’d like to keep it that way.
Everything’s in its place (even my blood pressure and my back) and a place for everything.