Each of us has tendencies:
Some — like Oscar and Olive Madison — lean toward easygoing, creative disarray.
Others — like Felix and Florence Unger — lean toward fastidious, apple-pie order.
Which way do you lean?
I seem to take both, in my usual odd sort of way.
I am not attached to any sort of order or hierarchy, and my memory is spatial. Thus, as long as something stays where I put it, then I can find it (even months or years later), but if anyone moves it, even an inch, then it is lost to me, and I must start a systematic search.
So from the outside, my environs can appear chaotic, without apparent order; yet there does exist a sort of archaeological structure and order to the arrangement of things.
Ailsa searches for things by colour. She has little or no spatial awareness. For her, out of sight is out of mind, and near enough is good enough.
This profound difference in our organisational systems is often a point of tension between us.