I love containers.
Containers to put things in, containers to carry things in… all sorts of containers.
It’s hard for me to pass by a selection of purses without looking at them. Not because I like purses, mind you – I actually a) hate the idea of schlocking enough stuff around with me on a daily basis to necessitate the use of a purse, and b) being enough of a girly girl to carry something as silly as a purse, but somehow, whenever I’m in Target, I inevitably stop by the purse section and take a gander at what they have.
Maybe that’s why my occupation is so perfect. For 14 straight weekends a year (plus an additional 4-12 weekends that don’t occur back to back) I load up my clothes, my glass products, my bedding, my air mattress, my tent, etc., all of which gets packaged into… you guessed it – containers and totes.
I’m a Virgo. So they’re all helpfully labeled on both side and top with Sharpie marker (which comes off with acetone should I need to change a label or two). But my love of containers doesn’t stop there.
I have most of my jewelry making supplies divided up into these little wee boxes that fit inside a small suitcase shaped tote. (Yes, they are all labeled too, which is good because they are in No Particular Order.) Even my stock for my online store is kept in various totes, labeled and separated by type.
Yet most days I still feel completely disorganized (and most days, I swear my studio reflects this look…) I think it’s just one of the side effects of self-employment: there are never enough hours in the day to feel like you’ve gotten both your to-do list done and cleaned up enough of the cyclone that is created while creating that you feel like you’ve gotten ahead.
So I guess that leaves me with one option. Does anybody know of a maid that doesn’t mind cleaning up broken glass regularly?