The junk drawer haunted me. You know which drawer I mean. We’re not talking about the panty drawer – I didn’t need help with that one. Or the socks or dish towels or silverware. It’s the The Drawer of Horror…that dreaded catchall, the junk drawer. It’s a secret shame even highly organized people have.
Junk Drawer = The Drawer of Horror!
When we were moving interstate a professional packer was speeding efficiently through my house….until she opened the one kitchen drawer full of my mess. She was speechless for a moment, then politely asked, “What do you want me to do with this?” As if I knew! “Just put it all in a box and label it The Drawer of Horror,” I told her.
The first thing I unpacked in my new city was the kitchen, then the rest of the house. Somehow I functioned for a full month without the contents of that oh-so-embarrassing box. The carton The Drawer of Horror remained tightly taped, like a barely under control poltergeist ready to burst out and haunt me anew. Meanwhile, I was on clutter control in the lovely empty spaces, wary of creating a new Drawer of Horror.
What I Did With the Junk Drawer
Finally I was brave enough to open it. Not surprisingly, being a junk drawer it held LOTS of junk plus a handful of useful objects. This is what I did with them.
- Sorted into Definitely Useful Things and Other Things
- Put the Definitely Useful Things where they belonged
- Was aghast at the Other Things
You know the kind of Other Things that were in my Drawer of Horror. Keys to start. Door keys that could not possibly be useful since we now lived in a different state. Weird sizes and shapes and no idea from whence they came. Trash! Wee parts of unknown purpose and nostalgic trash like instruction booklets for things at our former home. Cute little film canisters I was heartbroken I had no use for, so I kissed them good-bye, too. Then there were the wrenches that came with things we’d assembled years before and didn’t fit anything else.
Life Without a Junk Drawer
After I eliminated the obvious clutter, all that was left out of the junk drawer were the definitely useful implements like the tape measure – in other words the things that belonged in the kitchen drawer before it became The Drawer of Horror. It was such an incredible relief not to transplant it to my new home and start fresh that I am always inspired to control clutter everywhere before it controls me.
I hope I’ve inspired you, too. You will feel wonderful when you clean out your drawers and live without clutter.