Then, we had an unfortunate run-in with a very large piece of furniture. (NOTE: My suggestion is to NEVER buy furniture from Harlem Furniture/The Room Place. I've heard nothing but bad reviews from people I know. The quality is not great, to say the least.) That furniture sat in our garage for about two years in the hopes that we would move and repair the rips in the leather. We had to make the hard decision to get rid of it because it was taking up almost half of our garage and with no move in sight, we just couldn't afford to keep it.
In April, during Projectpalooza, (I know, I know - I still haven't posted pictures!) a couple friends came over to move our huge dresser and armoire from our room to the garage. I had hoped to sell them because they were still in great shape. However, they are about 20 years old and the style shows it. I posted them on a local garage sale site, but no bites. So, we donated them for a tax write-off just to be rid of them because there's no room in our current place to keep them.
With all these big items getting their eviction notices, the garage was looking much better. We had even cleaned out the other half of the garage sometime in April but we never got to finish our work. When the dresser and armoire got moved to the garage, they blocked the main walk way and other junk just started piling up on and around them again. We had to bring buckets and bins out of the house for Calah's birthday party a couple weeks ago and building materials from Projectpalooza were all over the place.
To say that it was disorganized is an understatement (You'll see the photos - preparing you now). During the party, I opened the side door to get something out of the extra refrigerator and immediately wanted to die. There was no room to walk on the actual floor of the garage. There were heaping piles of stuff everywhere. I.WAS.MORTIFIED. And I found out later, my parents and a couple other people saw it all and even tried to get in there.