Welcome to our garage. The heinously messy, most oppressively UN-feng shui zone we have. Our home lacks an attic and our basement is used for living, so the only area for storage we have is the garage (and a horrendously revolting looking wall in the basement that we daily try to ignore...) The garage, however, not only needs to be used for storage-it is my laundry room, Matt's workshop (projects like THE DOLLHOUSE need room to grow, after all), patio furniture storage and his barn-clothes changing station. Oh yeah. He doesn't only work with wood and has all the equiptment for that, but there are also the beer-making, cider-pressing and buck-skinnin' supplies he needs to find space for.
The garage has been overwhelming for quite a long time now and lets just say, a thorn THIS size has mutilated our sides by now.
Ever have a project you know NEEDS to get done, but the size of the task is so monumental and your time is SO limited you find yourself exhausted before you even begin?! Yep. That was Matt-and this garage. Not to mention him working his typical 12 hour work day and coming home-the LAST thing he wanted to do was wrestle THIS bull by the horns.
Yesterday I thought it would be a wonderful surprise to do it all for him. A sort of belated Christmas present. I knew by doing so, I would lift a HUGE burden off of his shoulders and that was enough to convince me. Once I get an idea in my head, it is hard to slow me down-so it took a good 4 1/2-5 hours, but once I began I couldn't stop. Anticipating his reaction kept me going (and giddy with excitement myself!)
I know these aren't the most photogenic pictures. Nor are they of an interesting subject, after all...who likes looking at pictures of landfills?!?
But I am very proud of myself for tackling such a HUGE project for my hubby. Just had to write it down for posterities' sake. Don't say I never did anything for you Mattie! ;-)
Rubbermaid bins galore. Lots of boxes of stuff for Salvation army. This was AFTER I made a Salvation army run and dropped off a carful of boxes and bags.
Little bunny trails to the door.
Ugh. I hate our garage. But its worse where there isn't any, am I right or am I right?!?