Pocket Organiser Wall Storage

In times of stress I retreat into list-making (currently: buy suitcase, run for hills or stay in bed and eat scrambled egg on toast). When I have done that – making sure to include a few things I have already done so I can start by ticking things off and feeling a positive sense of achievement – I turn to tidying. It’s not particularly Freudian to realise that it’s the old Creating Order out of Chaos syndrome.

If I can’t tidy up the world, then at least my desk and drawers will be organised. It’s what a new hashtag on instagram would call #smallsolace and I think it helps. Not least because it gives you something else to think about and, because it’s better than staring blankly at the walls. And because life must go on and it’s much easier to make it do so if you can find a pen and blank piece of paper.

So when I found these wall pocket organisers by Normann Copenhagen the other day my heart skipped a tiny beat. I want them all over my house. They’re like a freeform version of the uten.silo which I have always loved but which is a) ferociously expensive as it’s a design classic and b) a little too rigid in its form.

You can have as many as you need of these. You can arrange them however you want. It’s double joy – first you decide how you want them on the wall and then you get to play with what you put in them. This is never-ending displacement activity. I’m feeling better already and I haven’t even bought any yet.

The other great thing about these is that they are perfect for those in small spaces. I have always said when you run out of horizontal you should go vertical. Use the walls people. Otherwise all they’re doing is holding the roof up which is, I grant you, a not insignificant job, but they might as well multi-task while they’re at it. After all, the rest of us have to.

Using the walls is perfect for me as, although not naturally tidy, I find cluttered surfaces distressing. My house is full of tidy clear tops and drawers from hell, cupboards where things fall on your head as soon as you open the door in what you thought was a fairly minimal room. And no I don’t need Freud for that one either.

But with clear surfaces and beautiful walls displaying everything in co-ordinated, beautifully arranged pockets, I can live with that.

Onwards and Upwards.