January 5, 2026 New Year, New Ideas

 A new year seems to bring out the organizer in all of us, even though, for me, it's a natural state of being.

Now that I've had a chance to really "live" in my new kitchen, I invested in more of those clear storage bins, making the pantry easier to use. 

I've placed a donation box in the garage and have sorted out some extras the dog no longer needs or uses. This gave me the inspiration for my next project. Feeling sorry for my poor husband...

Currently, I have an old bookcase Randy mounted on the wall in the garage on which I store paint cans, some miscellaneous tools, and dog "stuff".  On the other side of the garage there are a couple of low, somewhat inefficient, shelves on which there is overstock I don't have room for in the house, dog food, and boots. My greatest desire at this point is to take the bookcase down, and install a shelving system to combine the contents of that, along with what is on the current shelving. Everything, all in one place!

Now why would I want to work in a cold place? Because when it's warm, I want to be outside, and there will be painting to do on the walls. Getting a system in place would allow me to take the time to organize and make it functional.  Plus, it will scratch the itch I have to accomplish something.

I do have a short list for outside as soon as it warms enough, but that will be a while. By the time I can begin those things, I've no doubt the list will be longer.

Wish me luck. ☘

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