Back when I took you all on a little video tour of the Liberty House, I might have made a smart ass comment about the size of the mudroom and how I might “need a little creativity to figure out how to use all the space up.”
Turns out, no… I did not need any creativity at all. I just needed a garage that happens to be missing a door making it an unfit storage spot for all my tools, and then what happens is this…
Yeah. Also there might be a Christmas tree in the mix there.
While it’s been exciting to essentially run an 11 foot obstacle course just to get a screwdriver out of my toolbox a dozen times every day for the last three months, I finally got to the point where I was going to start re-buying tools because I could no longer get to the ones I already owned. I find that to be a perfectly acceptable thing to do with, say, socks, if you happen to be a month behind on your laundry (ahem), but in this house the tool-fund is sacred.
Which means that Sunday morning was dedicated to finally turning this disaster area into something a little more functional, and a little less likely to require me to use a pair of needle nose pliers to extract a chunk of glass out of my foot when all I wanted was a damn paintbrush.
Turns out I am highly motivated by glass shards… (Also, this picture probably makes the case for not staining a deck barefoot.)
One of the three great ironies in my life at the moment is that I own more square-footage in barns than I do in living space, and yet this is where my saws live…
Also high on the irony list? Here’s what you see when you first walk in the door to the house.
Am I or am I not the girl who used to spend her time hand-carving fun wooden broom handles specifically so that ugly plastic brooms would never need to be left out in plain sight?
Ugly broom aside, the mudroom– which did contain almost as much mud and sawdust as tools– is a pleasure to walk into now. I mean, I haven’t banged my shin on a wayward wood clamp even once in the last 48 hours. It’s also got me thinking that having a little workbench as a permanent part of this entryway might not be such a bad idea. Or a 300 piece vintage tool chest, perhaps?
Drooling aside, the problem with a house that has a lot of square footage but almost no storage space is that it seems like I managed to organize some things, but truthfully the messes just migrate to another area of the property. So the mudroom looks better, but now the garage?
Huh. Add it to the list.
And, for a little bonus irony before I wrap this one up…
Someone please tell me how I always drop the paint roller on the one part of my body not covered by clothes.
This, my friends, is the DIY life.