The Handy Husband handed me some earplugs last night at the concert. We were really close to the speakers, and my ears ring enough as it is. So I needed them. But in his hand was one purple, three orange, and some pocket lint.
Purple is my color. Did he have any more purple? Oh, yeah, a bunch. Hand into pocket again, pulls out more orange plugs and more pocket lint. May I say: I almost chose the pocket lint (blueish) as it would not clash so much against the purple. But the thought of fishing pocket lint out of my ear was disgusting, so I had to deal with one purple, one orange.
Now some members of my family would laugh at that. They wear socks of different colors on purpose. And that's their choice and I respect them for it. But I just wanted my earplugs to match. In purple. Is that too weird?
I like patterns. For example, I prefer to wash dishes in a certain order. You can't just hand me things and expect me to wash them randomly. I have a system. And it works. Everything fits in the dishrack that way. (Although I prefer the dishwasher!)
And correcting math papers at school? They must be organized first. Etc. Etc.
There's a little (or a lot) of O/C in all of us. I can be pretty sloppy in many ways, so you wouldn't suspect I am so controlling in others!
So what's your matchy-matchy issue? What has to be perfect? What has to follow your plan? You don't have to talk about laundry if you have already blogged about it!