My mother offered to clean and sort out my garage. I will admit that it has got the better of me lately, and the thought of tackling it was so overwhelming as to be impossible to face. We also enlisted the help of Pumla, Eliot’s wife.
Here is the before pic. My mother asked why I was taking it. When I said it was for my blog, she was aghast: “HAVE YOU NO SHAME?” Apparently I don’t!
Everything inside taken out….
The team at work: my mother and Pumla
The end result.
everything dusted, packed, boxed or hung up!
My mother has now crawled home, an exhausted shell of her former self. Pumla has her feet up in the garden with chicken sandwiches and tea. Me? – well, just thinking about all that work going on has made me tired….
You won’t know yourself! You’ll be able to find things, go in there without fear of creepy crawlies, and best of all, pack the car for the markets without going into meltdown.
I do know myself, though, that’s the problem. It won’t be long before my capacity for slovenliness tsunamis right through the garage’s contents…..
Well, then, enjoy it for the brief time it’s allowed to remain pristine!
Your Mom is clearly Superwoman!
When she’s good, she’s good !!! :-)
They can come to our place next! Please … 😉
They tell me they’d love to. Send address….. :-)
At St Marys, Tasmania ☺️
We all need help now and then. :-D
That is one handy mother – send her over to me please!
flight booked…..details to follow :-)
I actually thought the shame title would relate to letting your Mother tidy your garage, how wrong was I?! Ha ha! Great job Mum.
Ashamed about that? Me? nah :-)