Our current project in our on-going house renovation saga is the tool closet in the carport. It's a mess! When we built the 2nd floor onto the existing house where my mother lives, we had to create double walls for many of the single walled exterior. We also had to put in a whole lot of foundation stilts on which the 2nd floor rests. Trying to cover the stilts (supporting poles) on the 1st floor was a challenge.
They put in several of those stilts in the tool closet so all the shelving had been removed. (In order for us to afford to do this, we had the builder only do the exterior of the house. We have been doing the interior for the past 4 years... slowly.)
The closet was filled with assorted junque and treasured, no longer used but maybe someday will, but probably won't sort of stuff. This is the left side.
This is the right side. Would you believe a large box of big rusty saws and machetes? My father used to work in the cane fields a long time ago. My brother also has a whole lot of maybe important, maybe necessary, but I'm thinking not... sort of tools. When he gets back from his vacation, I'll be corralling him to sort and toss stuff.
Notice that steamer trunk at the bottom. When Art's dad passed away and his mom moved to Califonia, they sent this steamer trunk full of very, very important memorablilia for Art. My mom stored it in the closet because it was so big.
The vent holes for the closet was covered up so Art had to cut holes in the plywood. You can see the support poles in this photo.
I thought he did an amazing job on bracketing the holes and screening it so termites wouldn't get in. They'll get in anyway since they can get into needle holes but it's good to try to put up any sort of barrier you can.
Then I went in and tried to patch up as many of the holes as I could. Art kept reminding me that it WAS the closet and nobody would really see it. He's setting up shelving today. I don't think he'll finish though he says he's going to try. I have a feeling it won't be until Friday before I'll be able to get in to paint it. Did I mention that I HATE to paint?
We brought the steamer trunk into the house. We hadn't seen it in years. It was full of newspaper clippings, old, old comics (Art's parents sold comics at their soda fountain-restaurant), old pen sets, Boy Scout memorabilia (There were a whole bunch of different news clippings when he made Eagle Scout since he was the first to accomplish it in 6 years from Honokaa.), high school yearbooks, some glassware, really old slides. Annnnd.... NOoooooooo..... MORE old photos to scan!