For the last few months, I’ve been going through all of the boxes I’ve had packed for the last 5 years. I had forgotten about a lot of my stuff. It was sort of like Christmas, except the gifts were wrapped in smelly cardboard, they were all used, and, once I saw them, I did remember them.
OK, it wasn’t like Christmas at all. It was exactly like unpacking boxes in a basement.
I’ve lived without this stuff for 5 years, so, not surprisingly, I was ready to part with a lot of it. But seriously, this was some great stuff, so surely I would make a ton of money by having a yard sale, right?
Hey, did you know yard sales totally suck? I am never having one again! I would rather burn all of my stuff in a bonfire than have someone haggle with me on something that was already only priced for a buck. People suck. Yard sales and people suck. Don’t get too close to my bonfire, cheap people, or I’ll toss you in there too.
I spent something like 237 hours unpacking boxes, agonizing over what to keep and what to sell, cleaning and repairing and pricing… and for what? $237. That’s what I made. A buck an hour. So, financially speaking, my yard sale was a massive failure and complete waste of my time. But logistically speaking, it was quite successful because it’s all gone…
Want to see what it looks like upstairs now? Yeah… I bet you do. Too bad it’s a mess and I’m too lazy to clean it to take a picture. Whatever! It’s my blog and I do what I want. I am Princess Spackle!
How about I show you my garage instead? (It’s relevant because I’m storing the stuff I didn’t want to sell in here.) This is it:
Oh, wait, that was it. Silly me. This is it now.
Seriously. Where does all of this crap come from? I don’t recognize half of it. Is it even mine? Maybe my neighbors are sneaking in and storing their crap in my garage. (Which is a much bigger problem, so I hope it’s not that…)
Last fall my dad helped me get it somewhat organized. Can you believe it was even worse?
After we cleaned (sort of), dad helped me rock the walls.
I’d been waiting for warmer weather to do the spackling and taping (which, btw, I’m terrible at…) and I was planning to sand it all smooth and pretty and paint it, but then I said to myself, “It’s a freaking garage, psycho! Get over yourself! Don’t you have enough to do?”
And, as usual, I was totally right, so I installed shelves right over those crappy walls. When Better Homes & Gardens comes to profile my beautiful house (in like 2030), they’ll just have to stay the hell out of my garage. Why you gotta be so nosy, BH&G?
Yeah. Shelves. Woo hoo.
So, this was quite a long wait for a less than spectacular post. I know. You’re disappointed. But this might make it better… A nice man named Doug (who happens to run his own home improvement blog over at thumbandhammer.com) asked if he could interview me for his podcast. (I’m totally getting famous, people!) I haven’t listened to it yet (I seriously hate my voice), but Doug says that talking to me was like…
“a refreshing kick in the butt to get me back into a DIY mindset and she will inspire you too.”
I’m finding that a little hard to believe, but Doug is from Canada and Canadians never lie, so… You can check it out here.
Anyway… my next post will be about flooring and it will be way better than this post, so you should definitely subscribe below, if you haven’t already. (Why haven’t you already? Princess Spackle commands you!)