Rubbermaid bins, boxes for salvation army, bunches of randomness, bunny trails to the door... No longer. The top of the broken dryer (that must stay in the house because it belongs to our landlord) is now the shelf for Matt'c clean barn clothes. He gets dressed each morning in the garage. Brrrr. I love that man. He endures so much to keep my cow allergies at bay....
I never did take a before picture of this area but if you can imagine piles of manila folders from Matt's college days, tax papers from before we were married and empty binders about two feet high...you can get the visual. I made this our 'beverage' department. As you can see, we are fully stocked should any company arrive. Anyone want to arrive?!?
Ahhhh...a grimy, dirty, cracked concrete floor never looked so good!
Garages are NEVER a pretty sight, but I would say this is a VAST improvement. Wouldn't you?!?