If I lived alone, I'd likely be the anal retentive type with all the hangers color-coded and evenly spaced in my closet. Y'all would likely have to have an intervention, and I may or may not have cats.
But I live with an army of little people who have a mission to make us all live in noise, chaos and crayon artwork . . . and unevenly spaced hangers. It's really a good thing.
But I still embrace my organized self when ever I can!
Here is a little tip that someone told me about years ago that changed my LIFE! Ok, maybe it didn't change my life, but it sure did change my refrigerator. And that makes me über happy!
It's simple really. No drum roll needed.
I put a lazy Susan in our fridge.
|Keepin' it real, this pic was taken just after we returned home from a trip. I got to the store and bought some eggs and fruit. It usually isn't this clean. and yes, that is 3 dozen eggs in there. We plow through eggs regularly. I'm also embarrassed to say I count at least 3 mustards that we do not plow through.|
You know all those little jars and bottles in the back corners of your fridge? The ones hiding in the dark corners that you're likely to forget about for say a year or a decade? The capers, the martini olives, the jar of hot sauce Uncle Weldon gave you last 4th of July? Worcestershire sauce? Chutney? Rough deli mustard? Chili sauce and frosting? A second bottle of ketchup your not sure why someone opened up where there's a perfectly good one already in use?
I could go on and on because all we all have an over-abundance of stuff in our refrigerator that we don't use all that often and take up valuable space. Admit it. You don't have a clue what's back there, right? There are lots of little (and not so little) bottles of stuff in the back of the fridge, and there's never enough room in the shelves on the doors.
|Frosting, cottage cheese, peanut butter, more frosting . . . |
Hello Hershey's chocolate syrup hiding in the back! I see you, my love!
And let me tell you, a lazy Susan in your fridge is divine! Now I can see everything with a turn, and I know nothing is hiding or lost in the back corner of our refrigerator!
|. . . a flick of the wrist reveals a half-eaten jar of olives, chili sauce, yogurt, and the remains of homemade dill pickles!|