I finished stuffing the shed like a sausage. Man can that thing hold a lot o’ crap. I made sure it was still functional, though, i.e. I can still walk around and get to everything AND actually open bins to get stuff out, should I need to.
After last weekend’s head start and making of space into which to put stuff, I had four giant black bins of loose things from the garage to be sausaged in:
One of them was previously crammed full of all my clothes that no longer fit but I cannot bear to part with because I WILL get back down to that size, goddammit.
(Shut up. I’m eating better and getting exercise by doing my own yard work and hauling stuff back and forth between the shed and garage and falling off ladders and stuff. It could happen…Okay, if I still can’t wear them by next summer I will donate them. Are you happy now? Nag, nag nag.)
The clothes took up 4 red flip-top bins and are already in the shed. You can see one of them on the shelving unit. Note that 3 of the 4 giant black bins are full of old paint, half of which was here when I moved in. My prior owners kindly left me their wild paint colors in case I needed to touch up this:
Or this:
Or perhaps this:
Okay, that last one’s not so bad but not really me. I repainted the entire house a lovely latte (read: beige) color before moving in. You can see all the before and afters on my Flickr page. So why, WHY, am I still keeping that old paint? Possible future craft project? I don’t know but it all fits on the bottom shelf of the shelving rack so there it will stay for now.
After moving all the paint and paint supplies in, I brought in as many boxes and bins as I could fit from the garage. The final result:
Can I cook, or what.
