The Garage

The Garage

    By, Devora Farrell Of ThisOrganized., LLC Let’s just be honest here, shall we? How long has it been since you’ve actually parked your car in the garage? If your answer is “last night,” then you have my permission to turn the page. You probably have enough room for all of your belongings. Or, you rely solely on public transportation, in which case, you don’t have a garage. Now, on to the rest of us plebeians: If your answer is, “never,” or “I didn’t know that that’s what a garage was intended for,” let’s explore the possibilities. Most people think of garage storage as appropriate for sports equipment, lawn maintenance equipment, sukkah boards, boxes still packed from the last move, and possibly, recycling bins. They’re right – a garage is a good place for that (but not the boxes – if you haven’t opened them yet, can’t quite remember what’s in them, and it’s been at least a year, consider letting them go – you have my permission to chuck ‘em without even opening them. Yes, I mean that. ). There are a few good options for outdoor-related equipment, among them: Garbage pails for bats, mitts, balls, hockey sticks, pads, helmets…perhaps separated by sport, if there’s enough to warrant that. Another possibility is netting, mounted on the wall, to corral balls of different sizes, or hooks for some lawn-maintenance equipment. Some people enjoy the “parking lot” idea of painting lines on the garage floor appropriately sized for the lawn mower, snow blower, seed spreader, and the like. Now, before addressing what else could go in there, purge everything that you can. Remember my favorite song: The less you have,...

Frequently Questioned Answers

By, Devora Farrell Of ThisOrganized., LLC Do you remember the game called Jeopardy?  Answers would be shown to contestants, and they would have to come up with the appropriate corresponding questions.    We’re going to do that here, using answers to the questions I am most often asked.  Let’s go… ·         No.  Actually, I was quite the slob ·         Yes, she was.  I used to think Tinkerbell took care of it because the house always looked perfect whenever I looked.  I think she cleaned and organized while I was at school ·         No; I had no interest in learning how.  In fact, I planned on hiring a house manager when I became an international attorney married to a prince (for real; I didn’t realize royalty would likely not be Jewish).  One of my degrees is in French so that I would be able to hold my own at cocktail parties.  No kidding! ·         I used to hang out with my brother and sister-in-law (hi, Diane!); she seemed (still does!) to know everything, from how to live a Torah-filled life to how to never have clutter, to how to cook delicious food that didn’t only require hot water and a spoon, to how to sew cute things on her children’s clothing by hand, to fun things to do with the family.  I asked her to show me how.  I saw her reading Torah-based books during her rare bits of spare time.  She introduced me to Martha Stewart.  Oh c’mon, not the person, the magazine ·         I learned the basics, but it still took me all day to prepare two pieces...