As you can see from the state of the junk drawer, I've been feeling disorganised recently.
In the past I was messy, then messy and disorganised, then tidy and disorganised, then messy and organised then tidy and organised, then regimented, then tidy enough and organised, now I'm mostly tidy but not very organised.
I didn't post Father's birthday card on time. I have posted it in time for his birthday, but not in time for him to get it before he goes on holiday. He won't care but my Mum will. I bought the cards in good time, then I lost them because I didn't put them where I usually put cards. I stashed them somewhere safe when I did a frustration clean the other week. Then I couldn't find my address book. It wasn't in any of the three places it could sensibly live - the letter rack, the box of cards or the junk drawer.
So I tracked back. Where might I put cards in a fit of frustration? Well, they were on the island in the kitchen, so that means I might have put them in the second garage (the drawer things go to when I can't be bothered to put them back in the garage). No. In that case they must be under the white shelf in the cupboard above the oven. SUCCESS!
Now to that address book. When was the last time I needed addresses? Christmas of course, what was I doing at that time, making fabric trees, where's the stuff I used for that. A quick peek into the big grey craft bag (aka friend of the junk drawer) revealed one address book. SUCCESS!
I did tidy both the official junk drawer and second garage so some kind of order has returned. I have not faced the bag yet.