I seem to be searching for things all the time lately:  my pink kitty socks, car keys of course, my favorite lipstick, my blue and white summer shawl (just to name a few).   Perhaps the girls are hiding things from me and laughing secretly after I replenish their food and water bowls.   I thought I had lost a little drinking glass with a smiling bee painted on the side and found it sitting by the trashcan.   And why was it there?  Gracious.  I only found one kitty sock to this day.  Sad.

My favorite fault is that I love organization.  My kitchen cabinets, closets, pantry and bathroom cabinets are all Better Homes and Gardens perfect.  I love to open the drawers and doors and marvel at how I have arranged things I use every day.  Living in a camper tends to make this habit necessary.   

 Sadly, even though pots and pans and cans and cartons and clothes and shoes are in order, I still can’t find things.  I often tell myself:  “I will put this RIGHT HERE where I will always remember where it is until the day I die!”  “Never will I EVER forget where I’m storing this!”  “If this spot was any more perfect, I would store MYSELF there!” Then I forget and spend precious hours searching everywhere the item could possibly be.  And while searching, I am organizing more and rearranging things.  Whew.  It is really tiresome some days.  Could it be ADD?  Wait, is that my new scarf?  Let me move this pair of pants to the other side of the closet. . . when did I last wear those shoes?

I am still using readers.  My yearly optometrist appointment was just last week and my doctor asked me if I was ready for “real glasses” yet; however, he did state that he saw no problems and it would be my choice if I wanted to continue with the readers.  I told him that readers gave me such variety and  a chance to coordinate glasses with outfits and daily temperament.   When I returned home, I started looking around for a couple of pairs of readers (that I love but have not worn lately) for my weekly trip to the grocery store.  Well, I spent almost an hour searching diligently but fruitlessly for them and had to settle for another pair.  And I still have not found them.  I suppose I was on an organizing overhaul and stuck them in a box somewhere.  I never said my storage boxes were organized.  Sigh.

Recently I helped my friend organize the lesson plans, crafts and books she uses weekly at church for the children’s classes.  She called me no less than five times asking what I did with certain items.  Of course, I had NO CLUE.  I am sure they are in the very best places, however.

I have a packhouse filled with items and a building out back with neatly stacked, yet mysteriously filled, boxes of items that I can’t fit (of course) in the camper.  I am sure the lost glasses are there.  Somewhere.

My mama’s linen closet was exceptionally organized:  sheet and pillowcase sets stored together, towels and washcloths stacked by color, and various tablecloths folded perfectly.  She loved to sew and in the closet she where stored her material reminded me of a Joanne’s (bless the Joanne’s stores’ souls since they have all gone the way of K-Mart, A&P and  Montgomery Ward).  Her cabinets and pantry were full up but neat as a pin.  My aunt Nellie organized beautifully as well.  I guess I inherited this fault.  But I love it and my friends will say (truthfully) that I am possibly obsessed it.

I have hope one day I will find the missing little pink sock with sweet kitty heads all over it.  The glasses, I am sure, are in the building.  I think. 

I am trying to leave more items in the first location I put them  (if it works, why change, right?).  Unsure how long that will last but sometimes it is fun hunting through boxes and finding good stuff I had forgotten about. 

I’ll keep you posted, my friends, on those glasses.  I have great faith they will be found.  My fingers are crossed.  And my toes.