When we moved to our new house, I tried to make a place for everything. The books were arranged according to genre. All my DIY stuff went into a drawer, the photographs were arranged in another. I had a functional medicine chest. I was arranged, super arranged, by my standards.
And then I had to dig deep into the first aid box for some plaster, and I found a strand of beads that I stuck in there, because it didn’t go anywhere else. I put it on at once. Isn’t it wonderful to find something you are not looking for.---------