Our diaper-slash-clean-up-slash-miscellaneous station had been the same basket since Day One. It's not really our style, but it has served a purpose...even if it has found a way to explode every other week. I've organized the thing a million times, but I finally had an "a-ha!!" moment.
This wicker basket (which was wicked cheap at the Christmas Tree Shop) has been floating around Hadley's room...and the basement laundry area...and everywhere in between. I prefer its neutral look...and it gained Winston's approval, so there's that.
So, the best way to do some organizing is to make a mess. Sounds weird, but it's true! I allowed the basket to explode, picked out the stuff that was in the wrong spot (I'm talking to you, rubber ducky), then layered stuff in order of frequency of use in the basket. Voila!
And don't worry. Winston moved on quickly after his eviction. He's flexible...sometimes.
Wait...crap. Does that mean we can't get rid of the basket now? Huh. Guess so.