I'm taking back my garage! When we decided CJ would move back home, we knew we'd have to clean out/organize the garage to make room for everybody's stuff.Our plan was to take baby steps: spend 2-3 hours, 2-3 days/week over the next 3-4weeks. I gathered cleaning supplies, storage containers, moth balls, cedar blocks, etc. Because I will run screaming out into the street if a bug or cobweb gets on me, I dressed in my garage cleaning clothes -- long sleeved shirt, long pants, closed shoes, and bandana.
I rolled up the door, CJ and I stepped inside and instantly I knew -- We are not ready!! Abort! Abort!
How could three people accumulate this much crap?! I think there must be squirrel genes in my DNA, literally -- I found a hidden stash of sunflower seeds and nuts! My husband must have enough spare bicycle parts to sponsor a Tour d'France team! CJ doesn't even live here (yet), but his Marine gear does! Actually, it never left.
After the initial shock wore off, we got busy and over the next 1.5 hours we actually made some headway -- threw some stuff away, put some things in plastic storage bins, and organized some items. It wasn't horrible.
Before we began our project, I strolled down my street, checking out my neighbors' garages. I think a few of them thought I was casing the joint. Nobody on my street actually parks their car in the garage. Almost all are neater than mine, a few furnished with TV's
All-in-all, no one has set the bar too high. My clear plastic tubs, particle board cabinets, and plastic rack will fit in nicely with the overall aesthetic of the neighborhood. On Saturday morning, when everyone has their garage door open, you don't want to stand out -- too upscale or too junky.
I like to call it crappy chic.
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