For generations, the women in my family have been clean freaks. Apparently the spic-and-span gene has mutated into the messy gene, starting with my generation, and my daughter is proof that the mutation continues. Rather than yell at her about her messy room, I took pics of her unique (dis)organizational approaches and documented them on this page last night:
It's a total explosion of color, which makes sense, given the topic. If we really are gearing up to move a few months from now, I can only imagine how long it's going to take us to get organized. Ugh.