From a Father's Workshop to Your Pocket
One of my fondest childhood memories was my father's workshop in the basement — his kingdom. The pegboard with hooks, the workbench, and above all, the main attraction: rows of small-parts storage drawers made of metal, 8×8 and 12×12 grids of pull-out compartments.
Each drawer had a label — masking tape and Sharpie, Dymo labels — in various stages of being crossed off, peeling off, or smudged away. There was this unspoken understanding that the label represented a vague approximation of something that was very likely at one time in that drawer, but you couldn't trust that it would still be there.
And so, WhichDrawer was born. Here's to you, may you have less "stuff" to organize, but may you also have a powerful way to organize the stuff you keep around, you know, "just in case."
