Now, in my bedroom I have a set of 5 plastic drawers. It stands about chest height, and it is EXTREMELY USEFUL. The five drawers are organised as thus:
- Hair things
- Mr P’s underwear and socks
- Straighteners/Hairdryer and spare bottles of stuff
WHY? You ask me, WHY IS MR P’S UNDERWEAR in a set of drawers that is OTHERWISE largely concerned with beauty products. Because when he moved in that was the easiest drawer for me to clear out for him, and I’ve never bothered to change it. There is no room in my bedside cabinet for his underwear, my bras are too big and I have too many pants. Really. I could go for a couple of months wearing clean underwear every day without washing anything. It’s insane. I don’t wear most of them, I just hoard them, like a stalker, only it’s my own pants.
BACK ON TRACK: I decided that these needed clearing, one day at a time, and it went pretty well. On hair day I organised everything and put things in little tubs, on make-up day I threw out the Hannah Montana lipgloss I’d had since I was a child, and various other things of that ilk. Then it got to medicine day. Let me say this now, the medicine drawer was a MESS. I suffer from a chronic illness, (YAY) I’m not going to bother going into detail, it’s really dull, but one thing I do keep a lot of, is DRUGS. Legal ones. Obvo.
So, I figured, when I was tidying this drawer out, shortly before I was due to go to bed, that the LOGICAL THING TO DO would be to make tiny little pouches that didn’t close, with the names of the drugs labelled on the outside in a colour that didn’t show up. This one says ‘Antihistamines’ btw… see if you can make it out.
Um. Yes… did I say I lost my mind? It was late, and I don’t sew when it’s late. BAD THINGS HAPPEN THEN. But I thought this was really smart. And it does make my medicine drawer look neat and tidy. Admittedly they all have to be held shut by hair elastics. But as I’d already tidied the hair drawer and found approximately a million of those, I wasn’t so bothered by that.
Still, perhaps not the sanest move I’ve ever made. Not exactly a failure though – as it totally worked. Except you can’t read the words in the dark. Which was kind of the point of the whole exercise. Or the light either really. Which, um, yes…