Everything In Its Place
There’s something about The Container Store that gives me inner peace, despite the fact that everything is triple the price of what I’d typically spend on a piece of plastic. Maybe it’s the smell. Or maybe it’s the color coordination of the flatware trays, cylindrical cereal tubes, snappy lunch gadgets, bamboo closet organizers or the best of all, the bins. Bins, bins, and more bins. Bins that are pink and bins that are yellow. Bins that are made for storing things you never knew you could store. Bins that are $50 and bins that are $100. Who cares if they’re a rip off? They’re from The Container Store! And they make me feel a little less chaotic, even just for a minute. It’s like taking a Xanax without the side effects. Just walk in and stand there. You don’t even have to buy anything. You’ll feel it. If it doesn’t work right away, take a few steps further back into the office area. You won’t find piles of papers, unpaid bills, cords to electronics you don’t even own anymore or home decor mags you just can’t seem to throw away. You’ll find wide open spaces, empty drawers, and containers that house containers. The money you’ll waste is worth the therapeutic properties alone.
Every January I try really hard to get organized. It’s never a highly successful venture. I’ll start with one room, get bored and quickly move to another room, leaving several rooms 20 percent organized. But it’s the thought that counts. If you come over you’ll never know that ten minutes prior I threw everything somewhere. That’s my secret. Lots of cabinets. So until the day comes that I truly purge all of my junk, get rid of clothing that doesn’t fit, or file things where they belong, I’ll continue to make a weekly pilgrimage to The Container Store and get organized by osmosis.
I think tonight we’ll have a TV Dinner where the sandwich fits neatly in one of those cute little trays.