In a former life, I worked in a tourist attraction, and 89.87% of my day was spent refolding the t-shirts that were constantly disheveled. To this day, I hate to pick up a folded shirt in a clothing store and hold it up for fear of not re-folding it the same way and thus, causing the employee to do the re-fold. I recently went into this little store and the 2nd floor was dedicated to t-shirts. This is what I saw as I topped the steps. Pure order....organization....elite folding.....pristine folded t-shirts.
I stood and absorbed the beauty of order for several minutes. I then went over and pulled the pink t-shirt out just a wee bit to create...not complete order. See it smack in the middle of the photo? I felt disgust....relief....appreciation...and more importantly I feel I saved someone's job. This kind of precision retail order could cause people not to purchase.
My mantra for 2015: