I find myself hovering in limbo. With my next teaching gig not starting for over a month and the wedding extravaganza done, what ever was this girl gonna do with herself until August? Sit still? Never.
A friend of mine and her husband are moving to Amsterdam (leaving most of their worldly possessions behind) and as I walked into their going away party her husband joked, "If you see anything you like, name your price." The joke was lost on me and by the time I was leaving the party, I had a lengthy list of furniture and knick knacks I would be happy to take off these world traveler's hands. I emailed my friend, who was so happy to be emptying her house and putting a couple bucks in her pocket before the big move, and soon I will be the proud owner of assorted furniture and more.
I'm in love with all my new acquisitions, but of course, didn't quite take the time entirely to think prior to purchasing: where is all of this stuff (a couch, a globe, and more, oh my) going to go? A minor detail. Though, could it be that when I so desperately needed a new project the universe, ever so subtly and kindly, dropped one in my lap?
The project began to formulate quickly when I joked to a friend that I would use all these newfound treasures by turning my garage into a usable hangout space, far from the storage unit that it has become overrun with kitchen wares, dirty laundry and more empty crate and barrel boxes than humanly imaginable.
"Yeah," my friend said. "A rumpus room."
Exactly.
Because, besides being totally fun to say, creating a rumpus room would answer several of my limbo created concerns. Something to do? Check! Productive? Absolutely. Cheap but challenging? I certainly hope so. A satisfying and usable result? Fingers crossed.
So here we go. This blog will chronicle the month long (and more, I imagine) journey as I clean, create and craft my garage into something highly purposeful.
"And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start."
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