It all started in dads garage

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My dad has had these lockers for as long as I can remember. Long before I cared about old stuff. Long before I loved to save things from the landfill, make them pretty and add them to my home decor.

Dad kept these lockers in his many garages. They were usually filled with rags, sandpaper and other very important things. Most would walk into dads garage and cringe. It was a hoarders dream garage.

As a child I hated dads garage. It was dirty and smelly. It was filed with junk cars, other stuff and always a dog.  I had no interest for cause you know I was a little of a princess growing up. I never wanted to be dirty, always had to look “just so.” I would never have gone to a yard sale or EVER stepped foot into a thrift store. As long as Mom had the VISA card handy, I was happy. What in the world???

Just a few years later, I am dirty more than I am clean, I love a garage full of old stuff just about more than anything and I only shop yard sales and thrift stores. They are my happy place.

Back to the lockers……I have admired them for a long time, now that I’m not a snooty teenager anymore and I see the value of something incredibly cool! While moving……again, I asked……..again, “I have the perfect place for these lockers in the old house.” He said yes. He said YES!!! YES!! YES!!!! YYyYEeEeSSsSsS!!!!!

Fast forward a few weeks and the parents are away. Dad might change his mind so I better get busy.

Currently  there are 187 rags living on my laundry room counter. They need a home along with some other valuable items. The lockers, yea the lockers.

I’m home alone and the lockers are currently living in the hoard outside in the carport. How heavy can lockers be? So I strap on my sneakers and head to the hoard. Of course they are in the back behind the portable lift, 14 chairs and some outdoor furniture. I could wait for Steve to get home but that means I would have to wait. Just move some stuff around and they will slide right out.

I maneuver my way around the glorious hoard and already have plans for about 6 other projects. Yes I have a sickness.

The lockers aren’t even wedged in, glorious day!  Slide here, wiggle there, they are moving! Uh oh they are falling. Crap get out of the way!

So nothing is damaged and the lockers are still intact. However I think they might have bumped me on the way down.

Worth it. Totally worth it. Wait till you see!!

love,

the non princess, however I never said I wasn’t a queen.

 

 

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2 Responses to It all started in dads garage

  1. vernon Locke says:

    SHE TURNED OUT PRETTY GOOD IN SPITE OF HER PARENTING.THERE GOES MY LOCKERS!!!

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  2. Pingback: Lockers revisited | Abandoned

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