It all started when we had finally finished enough of the work upstairs that we could start cleaning up and putting away tools which had taken up residency in the dining room. We bundled up the handy helpers and escorted them to the garage...only to find ourselves admitting that we simply could not ignore what a hellhole it was. Shelves were falling off the wall, torn out cabinets stacked to the ceiling, supplies strewn about. It was, quite simply, horrific.
We resolved to put away our tools in an organized garage, where the chances of finding them again were exponentially greater. (Of course this means tools had to live somewhere in the meantime so those were parked in the basement.)
We didn't have an open length of time to fix up the garage all at once so we've been operating in an iterative manner. Mark moved everything away from the south wall and took down shelving one night. Then a few days later I cleaned the empty wall, patched it, sanded it, and painted (a high gloss bright white for optimal light in what can most accurately be described as a cave). Once I finished that over the course of a few days, Mark came back and assembled shelves/whatever and organized the stuff for that wall. And then we repeated that entire cycle for the east wall.
Here's the last wall yet to be fixed (north side):
Here's the shiny new south wall:
Brewing equipment finally organized and in one place! Camping gear within arm's reach! Wonderfulness!
This post has turned into a novel. I'll continue with the basement part later. Enjoy the digital paint fumes as much as I have in real life. Oh & enjoy the jungle garden boxes...I literally can't see into the center of the tomato patch:
