My House Is Staring At Me
LeAnn Wester Stephenson
There's something you should know about me, I have a shortage of personal restraint. I can turn away from the computer, a book, or some task that I need to finish and see it. Paint me, my bathroom walls so clearly pleads. Pull me up, my nappy-seen-better-days carpet begs me. My entire house, inside and out, can stare at me so intently sometimes, like it's on the verge of speech. I haven't yet learned how to arrange my thoughts in that reasonable way other folks do. Thoughtful arrangements like; maybe you should finish the last project before you begin a new one. Or, perhaps, you should evaluate your abilities before taking on a major renovation single-handedly.
I have over the past year, begun and not yet finished a stair redo and a master bath renovation without having the slightest idea when I might finish them. So, the only logical thing in my mind is to start another project . . . . . and for those of you who know my battles with Do-it-yourself Deficit Disorder, I enthusiastically invite you to STICK A SOCK IN IT! and play along.
My new project is my garage, also known as the dumping ground and my storage unit. The mere thought of my over-stuffed garage makes my hands tremble and my mouth go dry from sensory over-load. But no more, because I've begun AND finished the cleaning out process and am moving on to the patching, painting, and transforming part of the job. So, I'd like to share a few photos to give you an idea of what I started with, where I'm goin' and measures I've taken to get organized.
See you soon with the finished project . . . . and for those readers who are skeptical . . . again, I enthusiastically invite you to STICK A SOCK IN IT! and have a little faith that I'll actually finish this one!
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