My basement is the bane of my existence. Granted, I wouldn’t want to be without a storage area. But, the unfinished nature of this space means that it becomes a dumping ground. It is where everything is put when it doesn’t have a place. Or when I am not ready to deal with it. Or when I’m done with it, but can’t get rid of it…yet. It is a graveyard for memories and memorabilia. I can’t decide if it’s nickname, “The Dungeon,” comes from the feeling of being imprisoned by its paraphernalia or because most of the things in it have been in some way banished.
Either way, some things have got to go.
Yet, I think I might be surprised–pleasantly or unpleasantly–by what I find. More on that sooner, but most likely later.
Book Reader and Reviewer
Labrador Retriever Owner
Mother of Three Boys
Quiet Moments (a rare commodity!)
Singer in Church Choir
Wife of My High School Sweetheart
Yarn-Lover (the wool kind and the story kind)