Theoretically, anything stacked near the door is on its way to a better place; in reality, the overflow waits there for a while. A long while.
Now the supplies are piled up on my washing machine instead!
I don't like the look of all the tools out in the open, but hey, it's not my space, is it?
The loft above the work area holds luggage, coolers, and outdoorsy equipment.
I promise, not a one of these boxes belongs to me! My husband's not ready to part with family memorabilia. Yet.
He measured how high two paper boxes stack, then built a shelf 22 inches from the ceiling.
There's your peek at our garage. Sorry it's not the super-secret treasure trove you hoped to see! Maybe one day, if we floor a part of the attic...