That Girl (aka Santa Mama) lent me some funkadelic lights to use for my Christmas parties.  When I opened them up, it seemed that they were in a very well-designed folding pattern.  I immediately began to panic.  How am I going to get them back into any state close to being organized?  From my post about my plastic-lid-nazi-tendencies, I may have come across as uber organized.  I like things to be organized, but it is a source of anxiety for me to try to bring chaos into order.  I’ll often turn a blind eye or just keep shoving things into the cupboard/drawer and slamming it shut until it won’t slam shut anymore or stuff starts falling on me.  Then I’ll finally, maybe, resort to organizing it.  But once it is organized, I love it.  And I’ll keep opening the drawer or cupboard to keep looking at what I had accomplished.  It’s a happy feeling.  I guess I just like to cherish those happy moments so much that I don’t organize very often.  I don’t want to dilute the happy feeling with any amount of consistency.  My clothing cupboard, my nightstand drawers, and the spice cupboard in my kitchen will all attest to this lacking frequency in organizational attention.

That Girl/Santa Mama mentioned that when they bought the lights, they were on something like a paper towel roll.  That got me thinking.  I’ve been collecting paper towel rolls for over a year because of Lola’s birthday party that didn’t happen in 2011 due to the EVAC so it’s been pushed to 2012; I had plenty lying around to try out my theory.  Clearly, it worked!

A little stroke of genius on my part.  Probably not original enough to stake my claim on it in order to start reaping my millions; but genius, nonetheless.

Too bad the Christmas bin is in storage purgatory until next December or I would keep peeking inside to get a glimpse of this organizational glory.  Maybe I’ll have to do something about those bedside table drawers.

Next Christmas, when you aren’t swearing and cussing while you are untangling the Christmas tree lights, you might feel an overwhelming desire to drop me a few pennies in appreciation of my genius; I won’t stop you.  *cough* You know.  Just sayin’.

As a bonus, which term do you prefer:  Bedside tables or Nightstands?