Now that my garage is clean (pictures coming soon) I thought you might like to see some of the stuff contributing to its former cluttered state. This is the good clutter, not the bad clutter. No one wants to see that.
One of the things I pulled from the garage abyss was the last box full of the greatest gift (other than my daughter) that my husband ever gave me. Gifts are not my love language and they're not Jayson's either so we rarely ever exchange gifts for any reason. My love language is acts of service and I can't even think about that without thinking of Rosie O'Donnell's really bad character in the really bad movie Exit to Eden. The only thing I can remember about the movie, other than the image of Rosie O'Donnell dressed as a dominatrix which is burned into my retinas, is when her sex slave asks how he can fulfill her fantasies. She replies, "Go paint my house." Yeah baby, THAT'S my kinda love!
Is it bad that I connect my love language from Gary Chapman's book to a really bad S & M movie based on a book written by Anne Rice? I didn't think so either.
Anyway, this is one gift that has kept on giving. Several years ago, I can't remember exactly how many but it's been a lot, Jayson came home from work with several large boxes full of these little clear plastic boxes. They were used in the warehouse at work to store small parts and they were changing to a different storage method so my sweet husband saved these from the dumpster and brought them home for me. I really do love it when he brings me trash.
I finally finished the tedious process of peeling off the labels, de-gunking the label glue and anything else that was greasy, then washing all the boxes and lids. I will use these in my art room for beads and little doodads. Once we get moved into the new house, maybe I can find some kind of super awesome shelves at IKEA that these boxes will fit in perfectly so they can not only store but display their contents.
Craigslist for really cheap. I don't know why they're not more popular. This one has 2 small broken pieces that just need to be reattached then it's ready to rock and roll.