The “Woman vs Wild” home transformation has been getting hot lately… literally. Yesterday we started on the front half of the storage building which we creatively call “The Shed”. It’s a dark oily smelling place full of tools, gardening stuff and all manner of supplies for home and garden upkeep.
A few weeks ago, which has it’s own upcoming blog post, we gutted the camping end of The Shed and ridded ourselves of massive amounts of tangled fishing poles, mouse eaten tents and empty bottles of propane. It now has lovely new plywood walls and shelving units full of organized and usable camping and fishing gear.
Since that side turned out so nice, I wanted to keep the magic flowing and dug into the mess where we keep such things as the lawnmower, broken weedwackers, piles of rakes, shovels, bags of bug stuff, etc. It isn’t as bad as most other projects that we have tackled, and once we ditched some big stuff, it really just came down to organizational storage.
So with gloves up to my elbows, I got up early and started in on two enormous rubber totes full of small “cha-chi” type house stuff, leaves, dead bugs and unmentionable mouse “presents”. These totes are the type that you put a Christmas tree in, so you can image how much crap we had thrown in there. Now, don’t think I didn’t want to just dump it, but there was probably a hundred bucks worth of wood screws, pounds and pounds of galvanized nails, and countless peg board hooks, paint brushes and duct tape that I was surely going to need. So in I went.
As you know, it wouldn’t be me unless I found some humor in the mix, so I started labeling the resulting smaller more organized totes with my kind of fun. So when I am working on a project, and go looking for supplies, here is what I will see:
Tote #1: Nailed It
Tote #2: Screw You
Tote #3: It’s Got 2 B Glue
Tote#4: Electric Avenue
Tote#5: In the Paint
Tote #6 Watergate Tapes
Tote #7 Hooks on Phonics
Tote #8 Chicken Shit (this one headed to the barn)
I am never a fan of spending my whole weekend working on the house project, but tonight, as I sat on the porch, with the yard mowed and my new wicker twinkle lights overhead, I heard a little voice inside my head… “Yeah… you nailed it!”