Tag Archives: mountain of crap

Turning a corner.

.

Shelves are being built in the cluttered dungeon cellar.

.

.

And a corner is being turned.

.

.

Even if it is with bits and pieces.

.

.

On the wall to the right?

This.

.

.

I’d like to tell you my husband fishes.

I really would.

And once the corner is turned?

.

.

Floor to ceiling useless piles of nonsense stuff.

.

.

Anyone need an early 18th century Acadian child’s trundle bed on wheels?

No, the Maine State Museum didn’t either.

.