I remember back in tha’ day when I was a teenager and totally obsessed with Beverly Hills 90210 (um, the ORIGINAL), my friends would always have to assume a character… Kathie was Brenda, Sabrina was Donna, Rachel was Kelly… yah… where does that leave little old me, I bet you’re wondering?
Andrea. I was Andrea. Sorry… AHHHHHndrea.
What the heck, man? I didn’t want to be AHHHHHndrea… I mean sure in retrospect she wasn’t that bad, but I always ended up being the dork of the group.
Fast forward to adulthood, and Friends is ruling the Nelson ratings. Now everyone is telling me I’m Monica. Great.. lol. neurotic, control-freak Monica.
Yah okay… I am a little bit Monica, I admit. I’m pretty anal about certain things, and I like them to be done my way. I would have LOVED to be Pheobe… sweet, quirky, lovable Pheobe… or Rachel, stylish, popular Rachel.
But no. I’m Monica. In more ways than one. While Monica was all of the above and MORE when it came to annoying humans… she also had a dirty little secret. Remember the “mystery closet”?
I take responsibility for 75% of this garage situation. I have a problem, and the first step is admitting it. I can’t stop collecting furniture!! I guess it would be different if we lived in a different climate. Some place with nice weather all year round would mean I could continually work on these things, but alas, we live in Canada and that leaves me a solid four months a year that I can be outside and plow through all this.
There are so many fabulous treasures in there… I kid you not.
But I’m feeling a little overwhelmed right now and my inner Monica is starting to come out. Thankfully it IS May and the weather IS starting to improve so I will hopefully be able to start clearing this out this space. I’m sure my husband would appreciate being able to get to the lawn mower and the kids would likely enjoy their bikes sometime soon.
The challenge, as always, will be what to keep and what to sell. Some of the stuff in there will be sold for sure… partly because I just don’t have room in the house and partly because those particular pieces just aren’t my style… but it’s still always hard to part with my babies!
So there’s a different kind of “reveal” for you lovely people. It’s nothing to be proud of, but it’s a part of me. lol… I know I cannot possibly be alone in this. I KNOW there are other DIY junkies like me out there who have filled every
garage nook and cranny they have with “to do’s”. Please. Comfort me. I need to know you’re there.
And sorry, Alex… don’t hate me for being the over-sharer that you know I am! One of these days I will make sure we can fit a car in there.
And it will likely be mine.