Living in the rental space has shown me where my own personal mindless clutter comes from.
Mostly it’s paper.
I’m definitely a piler, not a filer, so I’m trying to work out how best to organize my papers. The first step will be to find “an underused closet ” to put a series of bins or baskets in.
And the system has to be super-accessible, so I can just drop papers in every day when I go through the mail — and not have to save them up to “file properly”. I don’t need lots of bins (I have been honing my tossing skills) but just a couple to hold work receipts, manuals, and notifications.
Plus it has to successfully hide said paper, so DH doesn’t have his “mess alarm” tripped.
And I’m going paperless when I can — bills, bank statements, receipts, etc., but I still have a few. This little interlude is giving me the chance to figure out how many baskets I will need and how they will be labelled. There’s no sense buying them until I have a space I can put them — I want them to fit into an unobtrusive place and I don’t have one of those yet.
These are just steps to the final product — a clutter-free home. For. Ever.
The Lady Who Lives Down the Lane 