Time to unload a burden that's been weighing on me for quite some time. I've been trying to make a concerted effort to clean out the shop's back workroom; I've SWORN OFF buying anything that requires paint, repair, or any other kind of 'work'. But sometimes... the Pickers come by with a gem too good to pass up and in order to get it, I have to buy the whole load. Stuff that requires WORK. I made a solemn vow to Claudia that I would complete at least ONE PROJECT a day, and have been chipping away at my backlog... but as they say, the Road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions. A day at the shop is filled with paperwork to do, website updates, clients to wait on, phones to answer... but Nonetheless, the backroom has been slowly clearing out. If you weren't worried about getting paint on yourself, you could probably do a cartwheel in there. I'd venture to say Claudia is even pretty proud of me and the way I took a vow, stuck to my guns, and labored full speed ahead toward a clean slate. If she only knew... where it's really all been going. (GULP) To my Storage Shed. Everyday when I leave I take something home; and drop it off in this grandiose shed the former owners used
as an art studio. To the point that when I opened the door (where I fully expected to meet my Husband and Candy & Jeff from A&E's INTERVENTION show every time I opened it) I could not possibly cram another thing in.
Monday I decided it was time to grab the bull by the horns. I took EVERYTHING out of the shed, organized all the Seasonal Stuff in bins and put the Christmas items up in the overhead, loaded the more desirable 'Projects' back in an organized fashion, then called Yard Sale Buddy to come get the rest. Some of it, even HE wouldn't take! He graciously made a run to the Dump with some of the Recyclable Items; the rest went curbside.
I was so excited that when Kenny came home I hurried to show him my newly organized Storage Shed; "I don't know if you knew how BAD it was in here..." He cut me off - "I did. I caught a glimpse of it last weekend and it was HORRIFYING. I wondered when you went to get the folding tables for my brother's graduation party why it took you 40 minutes to get back. And about the GARAGE..." SIGH. Baby Steps. That's NEXT WEEK'S project...