I have a closet in my kitchen that has become a Fibber McGee and Molly situation. Over the past year I have simply just packed that closet with random junk. It's bad. Opening the door reveals a solid wall of STUFF.
But... Yesterday I cleaned it out! I found all sorts of things that I had been looking for... a fiber optic christmas tree, some painting that I'm going to re-purpose for the diner I'm building, and all sorts of plastic crap bought at flea markets among other things.
I organized the entire closet with new shelving and everything has it's own nook. It's now an obsessive compulsive's dream closet.
What an exciting life I lead. sigh.