While we have never stopped the piecework (a very cool bar cabinet getting an overhaul) and picking (physically and virtually), it has been abundantly apparent (for longer than I care to admit) that we have what you might call "a bit of a storage space problem."
This became a Code Red situation a couple of weeks ago after we bought a few pieces of furniture from a Cleveland Municipal Schools online auction. And by a few I mean two large wooden tables, one large metal table, and two wooden filing cabinets. Not exactly something we could tuck away in a corner.
So we have set up shop at a nearby Uncle Bob's Storage. This thankfully allowed for one free use of their truck to pick up said auction items, with a slight detour past our previous storage unit (read: garage) to thin out our on-site inventory.
Hauling and shuffling furniture is our least favorite part of all this, but a few good things came out of it.
1. We were finally able to purge the garage. Not just of future rehab items finding new homes in the storage unit. But all the junk that got shoved to the back after our first auction windfall. This is not good news for our trash collectors next week. While we are trying to pawn off items on other thrift stores and furniture banks, there are just some things that have to go to the curb. Hopefully, the dumpster divers can find some value before the trucks come. In any case, come June 25th, there is a strong chance I will be able to park my car in the garage. Actually, make that June 28, after we drop off two large boxes of old paint at the city's recycle program. Actually, make that as soon as we can schedule a time to borrow my dad's truck and move another sofa to the storage unit. So maybe in a couple months.
2. In our first auction, we threw a bunch of random smaller items from shelves and tables into boxes to cart home. Out of the first box that went through "The Purge", I was able to restore a really cool set of relish dishes, a silver-plated serving tray, and two vintage Glasbake honeypots (pictured in our gallery).
3. One of the men we met at the Cleveland warehouse told us a great story about being a film projectionist at a movie theater, back when you had to change the reels instead of pressing buttons. For thirty years. Can you imagine how many movies that man saw? Also, he helped Scott move practically everything while I watched. It pays to appear lacking in upper body strength.
The last of our unhatched ducklings is the actual RenMan workshop. Yeah. Kind of important. We have one. Somewhere. Under a mess of rags, half used cans of stain, and knocked over tool boxes.
About two winters ago, we had started to move a couple walls in the basement to separate the workshop/laundry area from the rest of it. This pretty much stalled after the exciting demolition part. So over the last two months, Scott has spent every spare moment wallboarding, mudding, sanding, priming and painting the new walls. We have pulled out everything (and I mean every last screw and finishing nail) from the workshop in order to do this. It is sitting in a huge pile in front of all of my cleverly organized household storage. By the end of this week we (and by we, I mean the actual RenMan) will paint the floor and move the workbenches and table saws back in. Simultaneously, we (and by we, I mean me) will be coming up with an equally clever tool, hardware, and workshop supply organization solution. May not another coffee can of miscellaneous-lengthed nails ever cross this threshold, nor empty roll of painter tape be laid to rest on a saw horse.
P.S. I had this brilliant idea to spell out Renaissance Man in address stickers on the wall before Scott painted it, because then we could pull off the stickers and it would be white underneath and look more cool than you could ever possibly imagine. Last night he pulled off the stickers and most of the paint, primer, mud, and wallboard paper came up with it. To say RenMan was displeased would be an epic understatement.