Lately I've not been a fan of open shelving in my garage. First of all, it doesn't make the garage look organized, and secondly, everything on the shelves gets dusty. My tools are on a shelf in the far corner of the garage, which, when both our cars are parked inside, makes getting to them a pain in the heine. So when I chanced upon this vintage pantry in a thrift store today, I snapped it up. Placed right next to the door to the kitchen and stocked with all my tools, it's perfect. Hung a picture above it (one of my favorites that Harleigh did when she was little — of a girl on the beach in the wind) and picked some daisies from the garden. Who says you can't put a vase of flowers in your garage?
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.
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Wow. Even your garage is charming. I'm impressed.
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