or the garage as it is called from those who have no idea what is behind that door… I started to clean it. Yep, I have a space of carpet and less of a mess. Some of the boxes of fabric and crapola are getting unpacked and thrown out. There is stuff that has moved with me from here to there and back again only to be pitched at this point. How is it that I can’t find a simple bill on my kitchen table but I can find a bill from 1999 in a box labeled fabric?

It is a mystery.

One day soon…trash day to be exact…I am going to open the door of the garage to get to the empty boxes and drag them to the curb. When that happens I hope there is no one on the street in front of the house. If there is I can only imagine what they will think. Most garages have cars. Some have tools, bikes, lawn mowers and things of that nature. Mine has bolts of fabric and shelves of fabric and oh, my goodness, bags of the stuff. There will be two machine cabinets and a large cutting table along with an air conditioner and other things that have no real place in the house. They might have to take a second look.

I saw this ad for garage door covers. They looked like the garage door was open and the picture was of things you would never expect in a garage…like an airplane or a woman pole dancing. Now there is an idea…I could get me a pole…