I think I need a label gun
It happens every now and then. I don’t know if this is a now or a then, but today I got my first warning that it’s coming.
Perhaps it will go down in the history books as The Great Sort and Pitch of 2015.
The bug started so innocently. Yahoo posted some article by Good Housekeeping about clever ways to organize things in one’s home. I clicked.
I am so putting our cupcake papers in a mason jar. You just wait. I’m gonna do it. I’ve got some wide-mouthed mason jars in the garage…somewhere.
I haven’t actually done anything yet because I’m still in the Paralyzed-By-The-Sheer-Magnitude-Of-The-Task-At-Hand stage of the process. I mean, the cupcake papers are doable. But the overall need to give the cupcake paper treatment to my entire house is overwhelming. Not that we can fit everything in the house in mason jars. It’s just that we need less stuff and more efficiency for the stuff we have.
And we need to clean out the attic.
And we need to paint.
And we need to reconfigure the Sparkette’s closet so she can actually fit stuff in it.
And I wonder how much it would cost to extend our dinky little built-in pantry space, and who could do such a thing?
Oh, and by cupcake papers I mean muffin papers. Because if we call it a muffin then it’s healthy, right?