One Step Closer To Simple

All right, so in my latest quest for peace and simplicity, I decided this little cesspool we call a junk drawer had to go. 

I mean good god, I don't even know what half those things are! Seriously, what is that big orange thing in the center and why is something I can't name living in my kitchen? I've been eyeing this drawer for a awhile now. Muttering threats and warnings at it every time I catch it open. But one thing was holding me back.  No, not the fear of that orange stick. My perfectionism.  It so happens, I bought a kit of drawer organizers for this project nearly a year ago. Really, I did. But look how they fit... Not enough space there. Too much space there... and there. For the love of all things holy... why can't they make things in standard sizes??? That just wasn't going to do. And so I lived with this hideous orange monstrosity staring me in the face for another year. 
That might seem extreme, but such is perfectionism. I took to keeping pencils in my magazine basket and stashing sharpies behind the coffee mugs just so I wouldn't have to face the horror every time I needed to jot something down. Until the other day when I walked into Target, collecting my Shopkicks, and spied these little gems in the dollar bins. They looked at me, and I looked at them, and I said,  "Hey cutie, I like your sections."
I just knew they'd be perfect for something. I had no idea just how perfect they'd be when combined with those obnoxiously imperfect, non-standardized drawer organizers. I lined the drawer first with some wrapping paper I found in Target's dollar bin last Christmas.  And holy heck - look what happened! Perfection! I mean, these people know how to size a box.
It was almost too pretty to fill, but all that junk was quite the eyesore on my counter so eventually I relented.
And guess what? Even filled they don't look half bad.
A place for everything and, you know the rest...
There were enough little squares to leave some empty for the next wave of random crap and granola bar wrapper pieces. Pretty slick for a dollar bin find. From this...
To this...
Now that's an evening well spent.  (for this old, married girl, anyway) Oh, and in the process, I learned that big orange stick is actually some sort of ball pump.  It now lives in the garage where I can find it the next time I need to pump my balls. Um... yeah, never mind.