Another dingy boring garage. Yet, it served it’s purpose. To store the things one’s life requires and then acquires. Only it made the “projects” that Jeff and I have decided to make our life’s work since buying this 1960’s home, a bit chaotic. We, mostly Jeff, decided organize our base camp with would make things less stressful and he promised I would be happy with the results. So off into the sunset we worked. For three day. Memorial weekend. I wasn’t thrill about our holiday plans but I knew he was probably right.
So I got started. Yes, I. Thursday because I was off and Friday because Jeff had a migraine. Oh, you tricky husband.
Just a short nap and big glass of our half & half (half sweet tea-half unsweet for you yanks) and Jeff was back, paint roller in hand, and praising my superb painting skills. I’ve clearly had much more practice.
There is something calming and fulfilling about making your home. The process is hard and frustrating and in Florida full of mosquito’s but the results humbling and joyful. We ended with weekend sitting in our new garage with a cold one, tea of coarse, and a smile from ear to ear.
I always wanted a mud room or something like it. Jeff built this for me. Love Him.
Jeff fixed up this old chart to organize wood scraps.
Did I mention we bought “our” first lawn mower? And no, I have no plans of using it.
Prep work for new shelves
And TA DA…