In which I break up with my IKEA organizer
A step by step guide to reclaiming kitchen counter space and peace of mind
Most of us have or have had organizers like this in our homes. They’re ubiquitous. They emit a siren call, telling us our lives will be more organized if only we had an organizer product to collect the debris of daily life.
I’ve owned this wood IKEA desk organizer for upwards of a decade. It’s moved across state lines with me, lived in my last 3 homes with me, and has always looked like absolute garbage. Yet my loyalty and faith that I NEED this item persisted.
Till now. The day has come, friends. I’ve broken up with my organizer.
It all started when I was writing an article about storage blackholes (dun dun duuuunnn!) — those spaces that seem to just absorb random junk. You never really know what’s in there, and it’s impossible to find anything you’re specifically looking for.