We all have them--junk baskets, junk bins, junk drawers. A place to collect all the miscellaneous treasures that we're just not sure what to do with it at the moment. Good organizers go through them frequently and "dejunk," eliminating the unwanted and assigning homes for the homeless.
One tip suggested by most organizing gurus is to take around a "collection basket" as you clean from room to room. They suggest putting anything that doesn't belong in that room in the basket and then putting it away when you come to the room it does belong in. The image I have in my head is one of a pretty girl skipping from room to room, a small basket dangling from her arm as she carefully picks up a few wayward socks and unmentionables, tosses them in a laundry basket, and then skips off to enjoy a nice afternoon out with her friends. It is nothing like the reality of the two ginormous laundry baskets now leering at me from the counter, daring me to just try and take them on this afternoon. Junk Collection Basket Monsters, you're on!
Now, in all fairness to the baskets, I should mention that they were not originally intended for the collection, examination, and eventual distribution of JUNK. Last year, I asked my husband for new laundry baskets, thinking that with more baskets for holding laundry, I would have an easier time of folding and getting it put away. Wrong! I ended up having 4 baskets instead of 1 that camped out in my bedroom, clothes molding slowly into a wrinkled, decrepit state until I'd desperately need something like socks or clean underwear and I'd violently dig through them, tossing half the pile onto the floor where it would resids until next laundry day when, not knowing what's clean and what's dirty, I'd pull it all into the hamper and start the vicious cycle once again. I came to the realization that, in the case of laundry, less is definitely more, and went back to the one basket routine, storing my wonderful big baskets out in the garage until I need them for such special occasions as this one.
One of the frantic little tricks I have come up with is the collection of wayward items right before company comes. No matter how scheduled I am and how hard I try to get all the final cleaning done before a special event or someone comes to visit, there is always a pile of papers that didn't get looked at, a bunch of receipts I'm not sure what to do with, socks that don't match, things that need fixing, items that need to be returned, recipes I want to make, toys that are missing a piece (and I know I just saw it around here somewhere!), and all the usual odds and ends that don't have a home yet. One of the main reasons I started this whole organizing crusade was to learn how to make more appropriate homes for things preemptively, thus making the junk basket unnecessary; but for the moment, it's really the best strategy I have, 20 minutes before my mom and brother show up for the holidays and the place looks like a tornado swept through the area. I collect all the casualties and debris in the basket, the place ends up looking immaculate (seriously, the difference is astonishing) and no one is the wiser that a big, scary monster is lurking up in my closet, just waiting for my guilt and the New Year to kick in.
So, now two weeks later, this is what I'm faced with. Two monstrosities full of at least a hundred random items. My strategy is this: divide and conquer. I make sure I have plenty of clean counter space--anything on the counters, I either put away or I throw into the collection baskets. I designate certain areas of the counter to certain rooms--basement, garage, office, my room--and I begin to pull out items and assign them to a room. For my kids' stuff I have small, colored baskets that I purchased specifically for the collection of their wayward belongings. Periodically, I take the baskets around (nightly would be ideal, if I could ever get my act together) and then I give it to them to put away. These little baskets have come in handy, especially on occasions like this one. I also keep a waste basket and a garage sale box nearby, because at times like these, I become aware that my family owns way too much stuff and I become hyper-critical of the things I decide to keep. I start evaluating why something doesn't have a home in the first place and if I'm really as committed to owning that particular treasure as I think am. If I feel myself waver in the slightest, I toss it. (One of the perks in having an annual garage sale, by the way, is that, if you have the space to collect and box things up during the year, you have a second chance at reclaiming something you tossed. Just knowing that makes me more courageous to eliminate things and, when garage sale season comes around and I get out all those tossed treasures, more often than not, I'm happy with the original decision.)
It ended up taking me just over an hour to completely clean out those two baskets, by the way, and put all the stuff away. I hung one basket, now empty, out in the garage and the other one is sitting pretty for me in the laundry room, just waiting for a nice fresh load of laundry tomorrow. Hurray!