Tuesday, August 31, 2010

My Sock Drawer is a Mess

On a number of levels I used to be a Stepford Wife. We were those perfect, plastic people in church. The house was immaculate, the children were quiet... and I was miserable.

After sharing 1 bedroom with my children for 17 months, our new 3 bedroom apartment is still Disneyland. Most everything has been unpacked, art is on the walls. The kicker is, my sock drawer is a downright mess.

X's stint in the Army taught me how to military roll and press clothing, by nature I am a bit OCD and still fight the urge for perfection. But we live here. This is home. And while Better Homes & Gardens does their best to insinuate the pictures on their glossy pages are real, I know better. Home is a haven. A soft place to land. Not a sterile museum where things, or people, should be looked at but never touched, seen but never heard.

Sure there's a few piles that need to be put back into storage. I still crave organization, but for convenience. Every time I get dressed I am reminded that the little people in my home matter more. Than anything.

I've decided to mess up the sock drawer of my life. New and old friends, music, passions I closed off years ago. I'm not perfect, never really was. Difference is now, I don't want to be.

Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty, my King and my God. (Psalm 84:3)

It's a Beautiful Disaster,
Carolynn

6 comments:

RockWallaby said...

A Beautiful Disaster...loving that phrase!

Would do wonders with a little dash of OCD in my life!

Here's to messy sock drawers and un-matched pairs.

Warm wishes to you Carolynn.
Fiona.

Kieliszeks said...

I'll be the first to admit I love a messy sock drawer!

Dawn said...

I am an organization fanatic, too, and love to read all the "new ideas" out there. However, I was uterly and completely amazed a few years ago when an organization queen's book suggested that we spend too much time on the little things, and ignore the big stuff. Her suggestion was to never fold socks or underwear of any kind. Just stick it in the drawer. It's not like your undies can really wrinkle, at least not once they're on your body. Low and behold - she was right. So, I'm a few years into the "no folding of the undies and sock" rule! Freedom! LOL

Sara said...

AMEN sister! I home IS to be lived in, not a museum. I wish I had read that four days ago when I was cleaning for a visit from my mother! Chould I really CARE if she donned white gloves? NAH!

Fiona said...

Carolynn, I just wanted to say hello and thankyou for your concern during my states' flood crisis.
I think of you often and hope all is going well with you and your family.
Take care dear friend.
Fiona.

Dawn said...

Carolynn, Just thinking of you and wondering how you are doing? Hope you'll return to blogging at some point!