Spring officially arrived 5 days ago. You know what that means?
Spring cleaning. Ugh.
I've decided I have two major goals this spring. I want every window in this house cleaned, inside and out, to sparkling status.
And I want our garage cleaned out.
Our garage. Sigh.
Rob and I will celebrate our 35th anniversary this year. All the years we've been married, we've never ever been able to park a car in our garage.
Our garage has always been another place to keep "stuff."
I really want to say that the mess out there is Rob's mess. But I can't, even though a lot of it really is his mess. Rob collects "stuff." It's stuff that I think is ridiculous but it's his stuff, so I keep my mouth shut.
Then I look around and guess what I see? A lot of MY stuff!
When we moved from the eastern slope of Colorado to Grand Junction (as far west as you can go and still be in Colorado) almost ten years ago, I did a purge that would make your head spin. I swore I'd never, ever have so much "stuff" again.
I look around our garage and I can't believe how I have accumulated so much stuff. Again.
I have two huge dollhouses stored in our garage. These are not Barbie dream houses. These are houses I built from real wood. They're one-inch scale wooden dollhouses that I build myself. They're awesome.
For years, they were on display inside my home. This was, of course, before I had little ones around to wreck all the fragile little things that I'd either made or bought to furnish them. It's before all the spare space in my home got taken up with bookshelves full of art supplies and books and bug jars and bubbles and things for my grandchildren.
These houses are carpeted, wallpapered, and fully electrified. All the little lights inside these houses work.
And they're furnished. Tiny, teenie handmade quilts, furniture that I built myself. And lots of lamps and lights that glow.
I'm embarrassed now when I think of my "miniature" craze. It lasted for almost ten years and I built four miniature houses. One inch scale doll houses are actually a huge, huge thing. Some of them are in museums
Not mine of course. Mine are just the product of a person who saw a tiny Little House on the Prairie type house a girlfriend had sitting in her den and then I went nuts because I just love anything small, including people. :)
There are probably ten big boxes of all the furnishings and tools and whatnot that went into making these houses, in ROB'Ss garage.
Poor man. I'm on his case all the time about doing something with that garage!
I have no idea how to even begin to clean out my own stuff. So how can I ask Rob to clean up his?
Some "stuff" just has so many memories and so much hope attached to it that you can't let it go, you know?
I sometimes fantasize about doing a big garage sale. But how can I possibly sell things like this, for coins on the dollar? I can't do it.
So Rob has all his man stuff. And I have all my mom-Nana-girl stuff. And someday, I guess someone else will have to deal with it.
Meantime, we will get the windows cleaned, inside and out. And I'll deal with the garage next year.