In October I cleaned our bedroom. It's (ridiculously) the biggest room in our house. (I want to carve off a corner of our bedroom and attach it to the kitchen.) Because of its size, it sort of became a depository for random furniture and belongings that didn't have a home otherwise.
Then I got tired of that.
I took back our bedroom. I moved furniture out and moved around the existing furniture (by I, I mean Adam and strong children moved things, I pointed directions).
I created a little seating area in the corner.
Then, I tackled the dresser. Its drawers contain craft and sewing supplies because all of our clothes are housed in our closet. I wish I had a before picture of the drawers to show you. (No I don't, you'd be horrified.)
They were scary drawers. The kind of place where you had to leave a trail of bread crumbs to find your way out. I took everything out and sorted and sifted and ended up with this.
I even got exceptionally carried away (because I love organizing and compartmentalizing as much as the next person) and wrapped up all the loose, random lengths of ribbon.
Oh, what a thing of beauty is a little organization!
(I took pictures in case it doesn't last.)