It’s a significant part of an Organizer’s job – the picking up or sorting out the pieces left behind from lives gone off track: a family member loss, a divorce or simply life in a tangle. Every now and then as was the case this past week I am called...
There was a MOUSE in my glove-box. Ah got your attention do I? Of all the things one takes away from a client’s house, one thing you don’t expect tucked away in the box of clothes and danky stuff is a dark eyed, nose twitching stowaway. We organizers take...
Nothing cattle prods the luster out of Christmas shopping like the forty minute prelude jockeying for a parking spot. It has become the Canadian Gladiator extreme elimination challenge and a sport more suited to type ‘A’ gamers than the average Joe or Josephine. This...
A sure sign of a con artist responding to your ad on Kijiji or other on line site, when you’re selling something: Now and then clients ask me to sell something for them on line. It is, of course a lot of time and effort that is never, ever worth it for an...
I’ll start this lovely meander with a proviso: Yes I am fully insured. You have to be to be an organizer in this perilous world of Home Organizing; I have a dodgy elbow I call Manny, echoing sciatica I call the Doctor, a wobbly bursitis knee I call Jazz Man and...
I had an experience worth telling about. My readers make a point of telling me they love the odd world I inhabit and want to hear more stories from my always interesting side of the street. This bit revolves around a client I had that became a way for me to help...
