By now I think you’re all familiar with the giant barn we built a few years ago.
The husband had visions of a man cave complete with bar, pool table and plenty of space to display his totally useless crap treasures.
What he got was a little different.
This is what happens when you’re a hoarder in training. You have a more than ample 2 story space and you fill it with random rubbish, recycled debris stuff.
So the other day when the husband asked me if I would help him clear some of it out?
I admit I was a trifle excited.
The future yard sale pile grew larger.
But don’t faint…. it’s mostly my things, with some items a friend left in his basement for the husband when he moved to Oklahoma. Yes, that’s the $800 scooter we bought on Craig’s List for the husband’s brother who said he wanted it but didn’t like it and never used it. My eyes did some serious rolling that day let me tell you.
There was a lot of heavy lifting involved as none of the husband’s rusty crap treasures are light.
What… you don’t have an adjustable height potato planter that weighs as much as a medium sized water buffalo?
Why ever not.
Of course he wanted most of these items upstairs.
See that?
It’s a hay bale fork with a pulley system for the hay bales we’ll never have or be required to move. And guess what? When you drop it on your toe while climbing the stairs….
You curse it.
Quite colorfully as it turns out.
As we spent the next few hours moving and sweeping and organizing… ( okay, that was me and it was pretty fruitless because the husband refused to put anything in the trash pile, even this collection of tires that don’t fit any vehicle we own ) I realized my miracle clean out was really just a ‘move things around so you can see the floor again’ type of miracle. But hey, I’ll take what I can get.
Before –
After –
Floor!
Part of it anyway.
I wish I could make him understand how wonderful a space this could be if he would just part with all the junk. And I don’t mean everything….. mixed in with all the why the hell did you buy that! stuff are some legitimately interesting things.
This old butter table is sweet.
And I do love the old apple press.
Otis the Opsrey is waiting patiently to be installed on the roof as well.
Though that baby is all mine and cost me a pretty penny.
But the ridiculous things he picks up and brings home because they’re free?
They’ve got to go.
*** INCOMING!!
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Should I duck… or run?
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I believe it’ll be good to duck AND cover!
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Release the antique dealers!
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If only.
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How many (other people’s) blog posts one day are going to begin, “So, this woman in Maine finally talked her husband into have a tag sale” ?
Do let us know.
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Oh, we’ve had tag sales. He’s more than willing to sell my things.
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Hahaha!
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Oh my, I’m thinking it was all a ruse to make room for more……”antiques”……🙄
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Bite your tongue!!!
😳
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He could make some serious green at a Garage sale and go out to buy MORE useless treasures!!! WTG FRED!!
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Yes. But he won’t ever sell anything.
Ever.
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First of all let’s deal with the elephant in the room. I have barn envy. I have serious barn envy. I have had this problem for years, and yes I am working on it – but I can never get past the point where the higher power denied me a barn.
I mean, c’mon, purty please!
On the other hand, filling a barn/shed with your stuff is a whole lot different than it being filled with other people’s stuff. Just say’n.
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He had such grand plans…. now I fear it’s just turning into a giant junk drawer.
😡
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Stuff, huh? My dad was like your husband. The stuff he’s saved looks weirdly familiar to me. Good that you’re making some progress. I like the inside of your barn now that you can see it.
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We spent years, and a small fortune. It could be wonderful inside…. emphasis on could.
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Wow! That is a beautiful space, especially the upstairs with the light shining through. Even though you did not clean it out, the before and after pictures show that you made some serious progress.
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We’re expert shufflers.
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Maybe you could invite American Pickers over and see if they can talk him out of some of his treasures? Well, except for the hay fork. That would be hard to part with …
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I’ve mentioned that.
The idea was not well received…
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That scooter looks like a motorized wheelchair to me—seniors here love racing them around!
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That’s what it is. Fred’s brother had Muscular Dystrophy.
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Well, you must admit that there’s one antique around the place you love — your hubby. He probably even comes in handy once in a while. 😉
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He definitely does.
😉
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You could have your own museum with all those “artifacts”.
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I’m afraid the crap far out numbers the treasure.
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That looks great. You are making progress. It is hard to let some things go.
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The man has leave and earning statements from the last century. He never lets anything go.
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