Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Progress . . . ish

Progress . . . ish

We are making progress . . . it kind of feels like I am swimming upstream . . . but I am going
with the thought of "it has to get worse before it gets better."

We worked on organizing the garage recently. After surveying our progress I asked Mr. Z,
"why does this look so bad?" he said, "because it was all in boxes before, now we have to look at it all"

While it is no longer in boxes and I have done the best I can with organizing coolers, one million cans of spray paint & tools. I'll spare you the details. Sadly, it is what it is. The garage.

Today my mom came over and while looking at my kitchen said, "I can't help but feel like you are making some type of GRAND statement with ALL of those clothes that need to be ironed sitting on top of your stove. Its like your saying:

Whatever kind of subliminal message I was sending apparently worked - my sweet mom
stayed all afternoon to help tackle the ironing! Thanks mommy!

I am anxious for the day when our garage no longer looks like this:

Our dining room no longer looks like this:

And our living room no longer looks like this:

{I organize my decorative accessories by color when I unpack boxes . . . I know it looks nutty . . . but it actually makes things easier in the end . . . maybe!}

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