There’s nothing quite like spending three days immersed in all things Donald Judd to kick your latent OCD into overdrive. During our annual family trip to Marfa last week, we toured his home and studios, where we ogled his library of 12,000(!) books organized by birth date of author (right), not to mention his perfectly placed dishes, and records, and even rocks…all lined up like perfect soldiers.

Everything had an artful, considered, totally appropriate place. It made me giddy. I was in my element. My husband, being far more, well…laid back than me, was far less enamored with the whole enterprise.

All I know is that I’m headed to IKEA this week to get my Judd on, starting with the artfully minimal book ends and letter tray below.

And if in doubt about some organizing task in the future, I’ll just pause and ask myself this simple question:

“What would Judd do?”

WWJD? friends. WWJD?