Here it is.
My final garage post. Final . . . because it’s done!
Monday, I shared about my attempts to “at least do something.” Tuesday, I recounted the day when I really got going on this monstrous project. Yesterday, I actually got excited as I wrote about the momentum I was gaining.
The final day, Tuesday, began with me doing my Bible Study in the dining room, waiting eagerly to see if all of our trash would actually be removed. Unlike everywhere else we’ve lived, we’ve never seen anything about a limit on how much trash you can put out in one day here. We had. . . . are you ready for this . . . sixteen bags.
And a rickety ladder.
Thankfully, they took every last bit.
(Disclaimer/explanation: A few bags were household trash not put out while we were gone last week, plus this week’s trash, plus quite a few bags from all the work hubby did in the backyard while I worked in the garage.)
After I cleaned the kitchen, I donned my workclothes and tennis shoes and dust mask and headed out to (hopefully) finish up the garage organization project.
Here was what I saw:
I began straightening. Just putting each and every little last thing where it needed to go.
You know, like putting the rarely-needed-but-when-you-do-need-it-you-don’t-want-to-search-through-a-crazy-disorganized-garage windshield scraper . . . . in the Suburban.
Work gloves went in the newly created . . . work glove box.
I put all of the mysteriously-on-their-own storage container lids together.
I even got TOTALLY crazy and put the few Christmas decorations I’d uncovered . . . up in the attic. Somehow, in my mind, that is a hubby-job, so for me to do it was a much bigger deal than it should be.
I moved one of the now-completely-unneeded-in-the-garage shelves onto the back patio. If it’s not useful there, I guess we’ll get rid of it.
Okay, are you ready?
Here’s the overall before picture:
And the overall after picture:
The right side before picture:
And the right-side after picture:
The left side before picture:
And the left side after picture:
On one of the never-before-seen-due-to-the-crazy-amounts-of-clutter chests, I put all of my (for the future when I learn how to sew) sewing stuff:
(And a book that my normal friend who reads my blog loaned me a very long time ago. She stresses every time I write a decluttering post, fearing that I’ve chucked it. I’ve known it was in that spot forever, so I’m leaving it there until I remember to get it back to her . . . even if that’s another five years.)
And, I have to show what a fabulous little space I uncovered for our needed-but-always-in-the-way chairs:
Oh . . . and I also must include the very last thing I did . . .
I used to be scared of labels, because I know how unnatural it is for me to actually put things back where they go, even when I know where they go, and even when there’s a label. But as I learned through this process, labels help me know/remember where things go, and that just makes life easier.
Even if I don’t put them there immediately.
This project was soooo much work.
Every day of this series, I’ve been sharing advice. If you’re a regular reader, you know I generally only share what I’ve learned, and try not to phrase it as advice. I’m just a real-life slob who is determined to change, and is making real-life progress.
But here’s my advice for today, and I’m not going to feel bad about sharing it:
Don’t let yourself think you can’t do it. Don’t believe the all-too-easy-to-believe lie that you aren’t capable of organizing.
My garage definitely won’t be written up in an organizational magazine. It’s not pretty. My “storage containers” don’t match, and some aren’t even meant to be storage containers. My labels aren’t made with a fancy machine. They’re hand-written on mailing labels with a too-fat permanent marker by someone who can’t seem to judge how much room she’ll need before she starts writing.
But I did it. And it totally works for me.
Yes, a part of me is scared that it will fall back into disarray like it’s done before after I cleaned it out. And it probably will to some degree. But this time is different.
My brain is different than it was before I started this deslobification process.
I get it now.
I get that if there isn’t a purpose for keeping something, I shouldn’t keep it. I get that if there isn’t a place for something, I need to either make a place, or not keep it. I get that organizing is not just about finding an empty space to shove every last thing.
And I truly believe that getting it . . . is the most important thing.
Now I can’t wait to see everyone else’s Spring Spruce Up projects! Link up below so we can cheer you on! And remember that linking up below means that your link will also show up on the blogs of all the Spring Spruce Up bloggers!