It all begins with a junk drawer. That one drawer that drags us down into the hell of unorganized clutter.
This is my story. This is my junk drawer.
(Not sure why, but I feel like this is the beginning of an intervention. “Beth, you have too much clutter and we’re worried about you.”)
I know it doesn’t look *that* bad, but it’s just because it’s all hidden by that towel.
The drawer obviously had two levels. This is the second. There might be one more underneath.
It’s hard to believe so much stuff could fit in one drawer. My plan was to take everything out and then figure out what could be discarded or put away in its proper place.
It was a lot of stuff, but I managed to get through it!
So my junk drawer now only contains birthday candles and wood skewers. My counter is clear of all debris.
*Pats self on back*