Moving on

The past 4 months have been so hard, knowing that my dad isn't a phone call away. Knowing I won't hear his funny stories, knowing the person that has been my protector for 52+ years isn't there to lean on. OK, Don really takes wonderful care of me, but in my heart it has always been my dad.

I decided I needed to pour myself into some projects. I have wanted to purge my house, big time, for quite some time. Not that I have been a major hoarder, but I knew I never wanted my kids and grandkids to have to spend eons going thru my junk. I was going to start with our former garage. We closed it in the summer after we moved into our house, and has been used as a storage room, weight room, and over all junk room, and unclean room, since. Got one wall painted and showed the kids what other color I was going to put in there, and a couple of them very strongly said, "NO". So there I was with two gallons of gorgeous turquoise paint. Well, I sure didn't want to waste it, so looked around and decided to go to the laundry/dungeon.
First off, there was dust that I know has been there the entire 26 years we have been here, and JUNK, CRAP, STUFF, whatever you want to call it. So I dug in. I gutted the room, bleach washed all the walls and floors. I vacuumed all the duct work, and scrubbed and scrubbed. I removed a few shelving units since I really tossed so much unused garbage, and what could be sold, put in garages sale tubs. I then got some concrete paint to do the outside walls. I used a buttery yellow. Looked like yellow cake batter. I didn't take any before pictures, but sure have taken some after.


North wall, shelves, and sorting baskets.
Quilt, squares came from Don's family, and
my grandmother Thomas put them together.
















East wall, washer and dryer. We were going to
revent the dryer, so we could have a window,
but because of structure, not able to do.




West wall, cabinet which is crackled with age, was
in the house when we moved in.




Picture on the left is the inside of the closet that is in the room. Do you know you can spend an entire day painting the inside of a closet, geesh.




This is the toilet area, duh. It just seems so much fresher and cleaner, with the paint.








After I thought I was done, I went to a local "Junk" store, and I found this perfect ironing board, already had the turquoise on it. With my Craft Robo, I cut out the letters. I repainted the wall in the red, so the ironing board would pop. I love it so much. BTW, the little door on the left is the toilet area, and the one
on the right is the closet.








This is only the beginning of some huge projects I have taken on during the summer. I shed lots of tears, but I think I got a lot accomplished while working thru some of the grief. Will try and post some more, a lot sooner.

We are all doing very well, considering. My mom amazes me with her spunk, and willingness to move on. She says that Sundays are the very worst days, but she is always talking bout the the future, which we all feel is great.