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Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Bloody Awful Mess.
I really must sort out this mess. There's absolutely no room to swing a cat, let alone accommodate the jolly tar who was destined to receive its sting.
Animal feed, chainsaw, paraffin for the stove, and binoculars for spying on neighbours.
Rotten Quinces, sailing boats, and tins of confit.
Tools, more tools, and my shooting stick.
This is where I attempt to work, but it's more like a one-man boot sale.
We all have an area in our homes like that. Our deep dark secret hides in our basement and it is always on my to-do list. It is also on my mañana list. Yes, someday I will get to it, yes, someday.
The wine is the most important, Mr. M. :+) I am attempting to do the same, the fact is, that when I throw it away, by the weekend, I need something I threw away or took to the re use store for someone else! I too, have binoculars too, to spy on things. Love them. Take care, Mr M.
Mine's more a golf-tournament-watching stick. It's never been shooting (at least not in the last 15 years that I have owned it...perhaps in its former life).
Time you emptied your emails out too lol...O'h Cro are you sue your name is not Bob! everyone Aussie man deserves a shed and has one so maybe English/French ones need one too then no one sees it lol.
Looking like a mess isn't what matters; it's whether or not you know where to find what you're looking for in that mess. There used to be a big old-fashioned hardware store near us, and I swear, that place was packed top to bottom, all jumbled up, and without apparent rhyme nor reason. But the sweet old gentleman who owned the place always knew exactly where to find what you wanted.
You're brave! My 'work' room is in the same state but I'm not going in there with my camera to show anyone. I keep attempting a sort out but it's never successful, you never know what might come in handy.
Well, this post has got me thinking. I always thought the expression "to swing a cat" referred to grabbing a moggie by the tail and swinging it around your head. Hmm. Silly me. (Chuck those rotten quinces out for goodness sake.)
23 comments:
That's almost identical to my workshop, Cro, but brighter coloured.
Hells bells, man! You are even more untidy than Keith!!
I LOVE to organize...that just makes me itch to come put it all in little labeled containers for you, Cro!!!!
Definitely time for a clean-out Cro.
Incidentally...I have a shooting stick too!
I should really re-name it my 'Sketching Stick'.
The problem is, that EVERYTHING is essential, and in its place!
Looks like my husband's garage.
De-cluttering is the only way - you will feel so much better after.
We all have an area in our homes like that. Our deep dark secret hides in our basement and it is always on my to-do list. It is also on my mañana list. Yes, someday I will get to it, yes, someday.
The wine is the most important, Mr. M. :+)
I am attempting to do the same, the fact is, that when I throw it away, by the weekend, I need something I threw away or took to the re use store for someone else!
I too, have binoculars too, to spy on things. Love them.
Take care, Mr M.
Well really, rotten quinces? Couldn't at least those be tossed? Brace yourself, drain one of those bottles of wine and have at it.
Oh, all right, if I must!
Mine's more a golf-tournament-watching stick. It's never been shooting (at least not in the last 15 years that I have owned it...perhaps in its former life).
Time you emptied your emails out too lol...O'h Cro are you sue your name is not Bob! everyone Aussie man deserves a shed and has one so maybe English/French ones need one too then no one sees it lol.
You're going to get fruit flies if you don't toss that fruit soon!
Needs the 'kitchen' treatment Mr Cro...
What mess?
A shovel and a hose, as my father would say!!
Pearl
Looking like a mess isn't what matters; it's whether or not you know where to find what you're looking for in that mess. There used to be a big old-fashioned hardware store near us, and I swear, that place was packed top to bottom, all jumbled up, and without apparent rhyme nor reason. But the sweet old gentleman who owned the place always knew exactly where to find what you wanted.
You're brave! My 'work' room is in the same state but I'm not going in there with my camera to show anyone. I keep attempting a sort out but it's never successful, you never know what might come in handy.
Wish I lived around the corner...would be over in a heartbeat to give you a hand.
Well, this post has got me thinking. I always thought the expression "to swing a cat" referred to grabbing a moggie by the tail and swinging it around your head. Hmm. Silly me. (Chuck those rotten quinces out for goodness sake.)
No Sue, it refers to a cat-o-nine-tails.
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