Think of this as a messy-car intervention …
I’m writing this post as therapy for myself, I think. You see here’s the thing, I have car shame. You know that ad on TV where the woman gets all stressed when her friends want to use her bathroom? I’m like that when I have to give people a lift in my car. This is because my car is like a mobile library, kindergym, shoe store, dining room and sultana graveyard.
My car screams “SLOB!” when I want it to whisper, “Totally in control and organized awesome woman. Who doesn’t have sultanas in her hair. Or chocolate wrappers stuffed under the front seat”.
So here I am. Offering all of us some tips on getting our cars organized. Because I am ov-ah wasting time in the mornings looking for Ava’s shoes. And the street directory. And the latest phone bill that I grabbed out of the letterbox and then chucked on the front seat on the way to get Ava to kindy and then forgot about and now we’re getting late notices.
So this weekend I’m going to spend an hour cleaning out my car and getting it organized. And next week I will post a photo of the result on Open Post. If I’m game.
So. Here’s a plan:
1. Get a garbage bag. And two large containers.
I have read enough organizational books to know that you need to have some containers before you start sorting and chucking. So grab a rubbish bag (for stuff that you decide is rubbish) and a box for stuff that belongs INSIDE THE DAMN HOUSE. The third box is for the stuff that you want to keep in the car.
2. Find a copy of Aretha Franklin’s Freeway of Love.
When you’re cleaning your car, you need to have good music to play. And there is no better car song than Queen Aretha’s Freeway of Love. Play it loud. The louder the better. It’ll help when you find your fave Foreigner cassette mangled under the front seat. (You could also have a large glass of wine on hand. Just sayin’.)
3. Clean the car like you’re Naomi Campbell in a bad mood.
Be ruthless. Chuck the rubbish. Chuck the stuff that’s torn or damaged or old or just gross. So if maps are out of date or torn – dump them. Now here’s a guide to what goes where: