Time to let my secret out: I keep a highly organized sock drawer. Those who have ever ventured in to my abode will scarcely believe it, but it’s true. It remains my last bastion of personal control. My son and husband have much larger feet and my daughter has enough of her own (you’d never guess by the scattered straggler’s), so no need to open and borrow . It is the one place in our house where only I reign supreme! And I do: sorted by color, folded not rolled, arranged even by fabric content!
Some might say I am ‘a little crazy’, or “Too time consuming.” “Who cares? Just toss ’em in the drawer!”
But a sense of organization, no matter the scale, is helpful. I write hints of stories and sketch ideas on bits of paper that can easily get lost. But that warm feeling I get when I open and admire the sock drawer reminds me: gather those scraps, type them up, file by title, place with others written that month, arrange with ‘Ideas’, store in ‘Picture Books’, organize with ‘Work’, and find under ‘Julie’s Folder’.
Don’t sock it – try it!