Here are a few examples of the ones in my house:
And our latest one as of yesterday:
See, I've always been somewhat of a neat-freak. Oh, not the clean-it-with-soap-and-water-constantly kind, but rather the keep-things-straightened type.
Hi. My name is Debra. (Hi Debra.) I'm a straightener. I love to straighten things.
But alas, I did not marry a straightener. No, thirty years ago I married a man whose largest weakness is his lack of organizational skills. I believe he wasn't born with a single one. heh.
So--as you probably figured--it's been interesting. But guess what? Years ago I finally got the idea of praying for Grace over various piles of junk. I prayed that I'd be given Divine patience, tolerance and that I'd not even notice Tom's messes (or even my own occasional clutter, as in the first photo). And it worked! Well, usually.
It's amazing, but now I can step right past these various Grace Piles and not shudder/grimace/complain or even run to Tom and nag. Instead, I can just smile now and gaze at the remainder of the house which, usually, (unless I'm ill or mad at the whole world) is mostly straightened.
Grace Piles. Gotta love them.