There are few places I love as much as the The Container Store. When I walk in there it’s truly my Holly Golightly at Tiffany’s moment. “Nothing bad could happen to you there.”

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Mar 21, 2010by tracey Comments

There are few places I love as much as the The Container Store. When I walk in there  it’s truly my Holly Golightly at Tiffany’s moment. “Nothing bad could happen to you there.”

Two floors filled with everything under the sun to put your life in order, well at least the things in your life, and that is always a good start.

Who ever invented  that place is truly a genius.  I think in fact the creator of The Container Store should hot foot it to Washington and help out with the whole health care imitative, as they could probably do a much better job than the government is.

I am one of the world’s biggest organizational nuts. My idea of heaven is to read Real Simple, then run around the house and do everything it says, exactly the way it says it.

Once Salva and I did the linen closet just like the one in Real Simple, then we hung the picture on the door so it would remind us to always keep it like that and we do : makes me smile  every time I grab a towel.

One of my ten favorite activities is arranging, sorting and making everything in my world “just so.”

I was like that as a kid too. I cleaned my closets and drawers at least once a week. I think I thought if my external world was always tidy my internal world would be less chaotic.

I’m sure those are the seedlings of OCD and they have no doubt grown into oaks with the years.

If you ever see me in public and I suddenly start to clean my purse, it means I’m nervous and need to quickly rearrange things in order to reclaim my serenity or whatever my version of serenity is.

I have been known in meetings to actually straighten up desks that don’t belong to me, they belong to the people I’m meeting with. I would not advise it unless you are in the film business in which case they expect you to be crazy.

So today, being what felt like the first weekend of spring, after lunch with Mamaface Joan Kron,  it was time for one of my big trips to the Container Store .   I came home ladened with aids and ready to attack my closets, Lucy’s room (my room is never messy, neither are my closets, but there is always room for improvement)   I bought the stuff for Taylor’s room;  but even I who find cleaning closets a form of foreplay may leave Taylor’s closet for Salva to attack  next week. It has a way of  making me nervous.

Glenn’s closet, well, it’s kind of world unto itself. I venture in there from time to time, there are days it freaks me out and days when Salva has waved her wand and it’s OK.  He is so much better than when I married him. Though he still has never found a chair he did not want to hang his jacket on.

But he makes up for it so many ways, he’s lucky I Iike to walk around with my no-skid, skinny hangers and line everything up in their graduating shades of color for him.

It really is sick.

But if you have to have a disease, being obsessively organized isn’t the worst one to have.

I remember once I had a press agent for some project or another that was coming out, and they asked what kind of articles or interviews I wanted. I said “I just wanted someone to come over and photograph my closets.”  They didn’t think it was funny.  It wasn’t a joke.  It never happened.

So as the sun sets over Central Park, Lucy and I have perfect closets and rooms and the world is a better place.

I have to say something about Lucy; she is the tidiest of the bunch, after me. She does have my genes where this is concerned. Like me she can’t sleep with the closet or bathroom doors open, shoes on the floor, or that day’s clothing and underwear not in the hamper.  Glenn and Taylor – well we won’t go there.

But today as I was organizing her desk, I was wowed. Her index cards were not in  a box.  I didn’t like that – but she had three little packs of colored cards and around each pack was the identical color rubber band holding them together.  She could have won the Nobel Prize and I couldn’t’ have been anymore proud. And she came up with the idea all on her own – unless she too is reading Real Simple.

This is my idea of Lucy's art supplies messy.
This is my idea of Lucy's art supplies messy.
Lucy's art supplies tidy.
Lucy's art supplies tidy.
I bought a great little plastic two drawer container for them.
I bought a great little plastic two drawer container for them.
Then hid it under the bed
Then I hid it under the bed
She keeps her chargers like this without me telling her to.
She keeps her chargers like this without my telling her to.
Her color coded index cards now living in their own lucite box.
Her color coded index cards now living in their own lucite box.
Lucy's desk once I got done with it.
Lucy's desk once I got done with it.
Every one needs a new "catch all box" every twice a year.
Every one needs a new "catch all box" twice a year.
Lucy gave me this for Christmas for my closet. It holds everything you need.
Lucy gave me this for Christmas for my closet. It holds everything you need.
Suede brush. Lint remover.
Suede brush. Lint remover.
Static guard. You can add whatever you want.
Stain Remover. You can add whatever you want.
One of my closets. I know if one thing is one place removed from where it belongs and it tortures me.
One of my closets. I know if one thing is one place removed from where it belongs and it tortures me.
Since no magazine will do it, I have to.
Since no magazine will do it, I have to.
Long shot
Long shot
Lucy took this shot of my other closet. I love the angle, The beads are from Sarnac in India where the Bodhi Tree is. That Bodhi Tree.
Lucy took this shot of my other closet. I love the angle, The beads are from Sarnac in India where the Bodhi Tree is. That Bodhi Tree.

Well, that’s what we did around here today. I hope we inspired you. I may go attempt something in Taylor’s room. I just feel the urge coming on.

Good photos by Lucy