Boxes. For four and a half years, I’ve been trying to out run and out smart our boxes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every time we move (we’ve been in three places in four and a half years), I sort through everything we have and purge.  I cart things to Goodwill by the carload. I throw things in the trash.

How is it then, that we still have a storage room full of boxes?

This weekend, while most people enjoyed picnics and parades in honor of the holiday, BeachBoy and I packed boxes.  You see, the building I teach in is being remodeled this summer, and we are required to pack up everything, down to the stubbiest pencil, and move it out in boxes.  What a daunting task that is for a teacher who has spent years building an expansive classroom library.  It’s worse still when you are told the very limited time frame in which you have to complete this great task. We had two choices: give up the next two weekends or miss the deadline.

After day two of packing in the classroom, we took our first load to storage.  What a site it was when we opened the door to the storage room!  As I squeezed the new boxes into the space and sifted through the old ones in search of our summer clothes (they don’t fit in our TINY closet), I came to a decision.  After all the work I’ve put into cleaning up my health and my habits, shouldn’t I also clean up my boxes? YES! How else can I really lighten up my life?

I’m going to commit to selling no less than 90% of what is in boxes.  The remaining portion will be books (awaiting shelves in our library-in-progress) and a few seasonal items.

This summer will be the Great Clean Out of 2011. We will be done with boxes once and for all.  Won’t you join me and kick your boxes for good, too?

 

 

BeachBoy and I live in the historic district, so we are surrounded by gorgeous homes.  For example…

Or, for those who prefer the haunted look…

 

Meanwhile, our house (while old) was built around 1940.  So, compared to the beautiful giants, our cottage is rather….bland.  Among it’s many misfortunes is a 7 x 14 room at the rear of the house which was once a porch. 

Since we moved in 2 years ago, it has been a storage space (while unpacking), a project room (while painting), an office for BeachBoy (set up at least 3 different ways over time), and a den for evening TV sessions. 

Currently, the TV is gone, but it still houses the couch, ottoman, side table, and entry table.  It’s what I like to call a PROJECT. 

So, I’ve decided to turn our little mess into a gem of a library.  Yeah, the location is odd, but it has a large window overlooking the backyard.  And, if I get my wish, it will soon have a new door (french) to let in even more light. 

As wonderful as BeachBoy is, building cabinets and shelving is not on his to-do list…ever.  So, I’m going to have to fake the built in library.

Enter IKEA.

I’m convinced that with a few Billy bookcases, some creativity, and a lot of patience, I can fake a lovely little library, even if I do have to work around the couch for a few more months. 

OK, so a real Georgian would hire out some fancy carpenter to build replicas of the shelves in the other rooms of the house.  But, I’m not from here.  Plus, I’m on a budget.  We’ll see what happens…