I love labels. There, I said it!
But not the labels people use to divide us … I’m talking about the ones that bring us together and keep us organised.
From the pantry to the bathroom and even the light switches, labels are the one thing in life I can rely on. They act as my roadmap. They guide me from A to B.
In a world full of disorganisation and at times anarchy, a labeller is our only hope.
While some may see an unadorned flat surface as nothing out of the ordinary, I see a glimmering opportunity to apply a crisp, freshly printed label.
For most, moving house can be challenging. I’m not going to pretend that for me it’s any different, but what inspires me during these tedious times is the prospect of starting afresh, reorganising EVERYTHING and plotting out which label will go where.
My passion for labels dates back quite some years.
I remember when I was at school and would go to a friend’s house to play. Her mum was remarkably organised, and I was envious.
"I was envious." Image: Giphy.
The act of opening the toy cupboard to be greeted by towering shelves, all meticulously labelled, brought sheer delight.
Admiration and amazement consumed me. I wanted that too! Until that moment, I was totally unaware of how immeasurable disorder and chaos had crept into my life… and I was only six years old!