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All right already! I’ve been
goaded prodded into posting this story by my good buddy Deb, from Proper Prim, also known in these parts as Saint Deb. You’ll see why in a minute…..
We sat at the bar in the outdoor kitchen and ate, drank and were very merry until the wee hours of the morning. What a great time we had catching up with each other!
Saturday; it was noon before the camper door opened up. I was raring to get to work on something fun. The possibilities were endless with that magic bag she carries with her. She had already shown me her Purdy paintbrush.
Maybe we could paint the stripes around the garage to the breezeway today…….
Oh, I had big plans for her, I truly did.
But by noon the weather was iffy, windy and cloudy, rain seemed imminent. Hmm, painting was not such a good idea at that point. Now what?
We pulled out the big plywood circle I had curbed months ago with the intention of making it a clock.
Oh yeah, this would be a great project to work on. We looked around and found some suitable “hands” for the clock, and even the center piece. (what’s that called?)
Then I opened up the garage to get something out.
Deb took one look and scolds me; ” Rose! I thought you got that cleaned out a couple weeks ago!!!”
Uh-oh, did I really give you all that impression?
Me, “I did get rid of a lot of stuff, but I mostly worked on stuff from around the yard, I haven’t had a chance to get back to it.”
Before you know it, we both have our sleeves rolled up and are pulling out stuff right and left from Mike’s side of the garage. Holy cow, I thought I was almost done a couple weeks ago, but there was a lot more in there than I thought.
The conversation started to go something like this;
Deb: “What are you going to do with this?” (holds up twin size head and footboard)
Me: “I wanted to make a bench out of it”
Deb: “Ah, these are a dime a dozen, get rid of it.”
Me: “But….. (heavy sigh) OK”
Down to the curb it goes. Dennis and Mike sprang to action. Anything released was promptly whisked away, no time for second thoughts!
Window frame, old storm door, bifold doors, crib ends, table tops, table bases, plant pots, gone, gone, gone.
Meanwhile traffic at the curb was brisk. People were stopping right and left to shop the goodies out there.
The car side of the garage was finally clear, but did Deb call it done? No way! Now she wants to organize everything that’s left so I can get to it.
I built a bin for all the ash hardwood flooring pieces I had rescued in July.
After……They all fit neatly into it with room to spare for some of the other trim pieces I kept. Much better!
Deb decides my tools need to all be hanging so I can see what I have and grab them as I need them. She strategically sets an old bookcase in the area between the 2 garage doors, using the back and sides to hang tools from, and the front shelves to hold other goodies.
It was brilliant of her to make it accessible from all sides!
We went thru and sorted bins of table legs, feet, trim, lath, and balusters, grouping them neatly so they can be spotted and re-used in future projects.
Oh my goodness. This was not what I had in mind when I got up that morning! I bet it wasn’t what Deb and Dennis had in mind when they decided to come for a nice relaxing weekend either!
However, it was actually fun to see it all come together. The sorting and tossing part was therapeutic, if you can believe that. All that junk that was cluttering up my workspace, GONE! Wow, it was great to get down to just the special pieces I truly cared about working on and using. All the “maybe someday I might use it” stuff was gone.
This desk is a treasure I’ve been wanting to get to. Now I can!
So that, my friends, is why my good pal Deb will forever be known as Saint Deb in this household.
No fun crafty stuff this time, but this turned out to be so much better. And it never did rain……..go figure.
And this is all that’s left at the curb. Not bad.
Thank you again, Saints Deb and Dennis I promise you will not have to work every time you come!