I would NOT be exaggerating to say that an organized shelf brings me joy on the level that I imagine people who go to church regularly and see and converse with god must feel. The kind of joy that bow-legged grandmas feel when they see their 97 grandchildren ALL AT ONCE in the park surrounded by balloons and Crock-Pots full of food and falling apart wooden benches covered with crepe paper tablecloths secured down with rocks. The kind of joy I just know that tormented looking checker with the hugely alienating hair and scowl at Albertsons must feel when I, without fail, smile and make mild, warm and respectful conversation with regardless of the fact that he looks as though his entire life has added up to a gigantic bunch of sadness like none of us will ever know.
I say this about The Joy of an Organized Shelf because I have been on an Organization Tear lately and have grappled with the overwhelming questions that come along with Organizing that can only be answered while sweating internally at The Container Store and I have persisted and endured and I am here to tell you that there is, indeed, light at the end of the tunnel and it is only a matter of days that I will have organized THE ENTIRE GARAGE.
As you were,
Brigadier General Basket C. Label