March 19, 2013
This was my garage. You know the kind. The ones that have never held a car – only the junk that accumulates (and multiplies) over time. Boxes of nothing important. Poorly organized yard equipment and a variety of weekend warrior supplies. Always daydreaming, always in search of another never-to-be-completed project, I would stare at the beamed ceiling, old brick walls, proximity to the patio and think…this space was way too cool to waste on paint cans.
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