Does It Spark Joy?

The silver lining of our recent cancelled trip is that the older two kids are at school for most of the day and Devang is home with me to help with the youngest. Insert sound of jackpot here. In what can only be described as my husband’s worst nightmare, I’ve been using some of this time to leaf through Marie Kondo’s, the life-changing magic of tidying up. Insert evil laugh here.

I’ve heard so much about the KonMari Method from friends and I’ve also seen some videos on the internet with tutorials on folding and organizing. For most part, I get her, and even wish she and I were best friends, but on other levels – like being a mom surrounded by 4 other humans who are anti KonMari – I don’t want to go crazy over keeping order in every corner of this house, you know!

Still, I am so entertained by her style of writing and her strong beliefs about what one owns and how it is organized, that I can’t stop reading just to hear myself go “yes, Marie, that’s what I think too”. Especially when she says things like: Downgrading to “loungewear” is taboo. Preach it sister!

So here I am, reading away, chuckling from time to time, shaking my head with a smile, and just handing out, when all of a sudden I reach the section on storing socks. This is the gist of what she has to say in the book about it:

… when she pulled open her sock drawer, I could not suppress a gasp. It was full of potato-like lumps that rolled about. She had folded the tops to form balls … I was speechless. Let me state here and now … Never ever ball up your socks … Do you really think they can get any rest like that? They take a brutal beating in their daily work … the time they spend in your drawer is their only chance to rest. But if they are folded over, balled up, or tied, they are always in a state of tension, their fabric stretched and their elastic pulled … They roll about and bump into each other … any socks and stockings unfortunate enough to get pushed to the back of the drawer are often forgotten … when the owner finally discovers them and puts them on, it will be too late and they will be relegated to the garbage. What treatment could be worse than this?

While I can think of plenty of treatments that are worse than this, I couldn’t shake off her words. I am the predominant folder of laundry in this house and as such I know that every single pair at the time of reading that section was balled-up, tensed and sad. I had to fix this! I had to make things right for our socks.

So forgetting about all the other important things that I had to do today, I made sure I first tackled my and my hubs sock drawers. I emptied it out, I apologized to the socks as I unballed them, and then folded them with tender love and care. They looked so peaceful and happy once organized. Lucky for Devang, he doesn’t even know I did this, so I can only imagine the look of happy astonishment when he opens the sock drawer to grab a pair! Will he thank me? Absolutely not. He loves me too much and wishes I had used that time to rest, nap, or watch some TV.

But you my reader, I know you care! And so I wanted to share the before and after of our sock drawers. You know I’m going to sleep well tonight!

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2 thoughts

    1. Dottie, I might have cracked the code on keeping the habit for good. I took out my sock bins from the drawer and placed them on the open shelf permanently (I have a couple of shoe shelves in my closet, like open book shelves you know). So far it seems like there is no way I can just toss the socks because there is no place for them to go and when it’s laundry day, I can take my empty bins with me and put in the socks as I fold. I mean, it’s fool proof right? at least I am hoping it is.