When we moved into this house The Garage became our Bermuda Triangle slash Black Hole slash Island Of Misfit Toys.
Andrew and I finally cleaned it out last weekend.
The previous owners thought that nailing sticks against the walls was the same thing as installing shelving, and so when we shoveled the place out and ripped half of it down, we were surprised to discover that OHMYGOSH there was a window! and a floor! and a small squirrel with a broken leg!
Who was quite nimble, managing to escape not only a Bermuda Triangle rescue attempt but the four dogs in our backyard who thought that he resembled a cheese stick.
This weekend Andrew whitewashed everything except the brick and we bought half a dozen humungous gray storage bins that are are so huge they're large enough to fit a body.
Or two bodies, if you're not pregnant and your stomach is not the size of North America.
We'd originally planned on making this space into my studio, but since we are gearing up to move soon the updates don't make any sense. But we should be finished with our clean up and painting over the next few days, which should make the space more usable for our renters.
And hopefully give me less embarrassing pictures to post.