When I was in high school I enjoyed taking shop classes and being on stage crew, and have missed it since graduating. When I saw the workbenches in this basement I swooned.
I’ve been collecting tools for years in the name of “incase I need this”, but never had anywhere to keep them accessible. Then I’d lose something and buy another, and before I knew it I’d have multiples of many things.
Fast-forward 4 years and I’ve yet to use my workshop; but I have a project coming up. Everything had gotten packed up when I had my drain tiles were replaced, but now they’re all out again and waiting to be used!
All the things have memories attached. This house is filled with my mom, and the tools and storage drawers bring memories of my grandfather. And still all of it reminds me of the hours spent at the hardware store with my dad - one of my favorite places to wonder around and dream.
