The first step to being good at something is caring. I'm particularly terrible at continuing something I started.
Such an INFP.
Burn me quickly with applewood...I fold the fitted, the flat and slip them with the extra pillow cases inside a pillowcase...all of the pieces are then stacked neaty in the linen closet.
Oh I do that, too!!!! Yay!!!! I fold the flat sheet neatly, fold one pillowcase neatly, place those in the pillowcase, then fold the fitted sheet in an uneven mess,
get frustrated, bunch it into a half-folded ball and stuff it into the pillowcase, then place the 'perfect looking' pillowcase on a shelf in a closet with the other sheet sets. Done! Perfection!
I don't fold my clothes. Anything designer or delicate goes on a hanger. Designer denim is folded because a few pairs of those are about the price of a new car. The rest is divided by kind, and thrown into drawers. On the outside - neat and tidy. On the inside - chaos!
I fold all my husband's clothes, then by the time I get to my own clothes, I'm like, "Meh."
Rolling and placing a sleeping bag back in it's case. No. Can't. Go away, sleeping bag. Go away!
Putting the garden hose back into a coil-shape after use. Pfft. As if.
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Organizing shoes is easy. Keep them in their boxes. Write what they are, or take a photo and tape the photo to the front, and stack them.
Peeling an egg: Place the egg on the counter and gently roll it back and forth while applying a bit of pressure. The shell will crack and after that, it's easy to remove. (Why does a vegan know this? My dogs get eggs once a week.)
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Talking about witches!!!!:
Every time I clean my house I think of my mother, the ESFJ. <3
Our house was spotless all. the. time. How did she do this?
I helped her clean once a week, and as a kid I thought that was all it took.
In my own house, I vacuum and swish around the hardwood floor mop-like thingy every other day. When I finish cleaning I bask in the glory, go outside, come back in, and 'poof' - it's a mess again.
My ex-coworker said she took black beauties in the 70's, and it gave her the energy to keep her house spotless. My mother did not take black beauties. Spells, the only explanation is spells.