Neat Shelves, Mixed Emotions

I'm torn about the new Organize Magazine that's coming out this summer.

On the one hand, I am crazy about organization. I get a tingle buying binders and plastic sleeves for recipes. I enjoy tidying closets (in fact, I cleaned out our bathroom closet while I was in labor with my first daughter). I save organizing tips from Martha and Real Simple -- in said binders, of course. Neatly arranged bookshelves slay me.

I have a name for this nearly obscene appreciation of organization: PORG

Look at that laundry room. Those baskets are stacked.

Oooh, yes, open those doors… slowly… Show me what's in that closet.

I'd like to get in her pantry, I tell you.

So, I want it. Oh, yes, I want it. Show me more, I beg you, show me more.

On the other hand…

How DULL has my life become when I WANT to read about laundry room shelving? Am I such a control freak that a little clutter would kill me? Are we really so enslaved to STUFF that we have to spend all of our time sorting and labeling it? What does it say about our society when we are more excited about organizing our closets than our communities?

That's my self-righteous hand, if you can't tell. I guess I’ll just have to put that one behind my back when this magazine hits the newsstands, since my left (OCD) hand will be eagerly pulling back the brown paper wrapper for a peek inside.

(Thanks to Design Mom for the heads up.)

P.S. If all this talk of organizing has you a-twitter, you should also check out the Unclutterer blog.