I’m just not organized.

Oh, I’m an organized thinker, all right. During my career, I got paid good money to think.

But as far as boxes, bins and bags go, I’m hopeless. I just don’t see a place for everything and everything in its place.

The Container Store intimidates me. I walk in and hyperventilate. How on earth would I use all those colorful, cute storage containers? I’d love to have them neatly lined up in my garage ad office, everything in its place, but really, I’m clueless.

Nonetheless, when I finished all my holiday wrapping, boxing and mailing week before last (don’t hate me), I set out to organize my gift bags, tissue paper, gift wrap, ribbons, bows and gee gaws.

What a mess: bags and boxes overflowing with wrap, ribbons and tissue; with boxes and stickers and labels.

But with the help of my rocking husband the Legal Eagle (new name), I organized and consolidated it all into two nice plastic containers.

Gift bags of all sizes and tissue paper fit into one huge plastic bin, with a bag of premade bows, tiny favor bags, gift tags and geegaws tucked into the side. Spools of colorful ribbon are now easily accessible in a plastic box about a third larger than a shoe box.

In a frenzy of organizing, I am now moving on to my office. Wish me luck.

And if you’ve got any organizing tips, I’ll take them.