Storage for this Minimalist


Frank Lloyd Wright supposedly said that if a person needed a basement they had too much stuff. We’ve gone far beyond the need of basements for storage we now have an entire industry just to hold the things we can’t part with.

Now, I’m not saying one shouldn’t have a basement or use it for storage. Keeping off-season clothes, holiday decorations, and even a workspace complete with tools saves replacing those items when needed.

I don’t like basements, they creep me out.  This feeling goes back to a time when my childhood home had been broken in through a basement window and every time I’ve been in a basement since I have this irrational fear someone might be down there.

Being uncomfortable in basements it’s been easy to avoid using this space for storage that doesn’t mean that I don’t have need of storage space.

I’ve pared my belongings down to the least I’ve owned since I became a mother but as a homeowner and human being I still have items I store.

Let me give you a peek into my storage.  I have one closet on the first floor, in the main bedroom, this is where I chose to create my storage.

Let me break this down for you. On the shelf from the top down. Top two shelves are spare parts for a wheelchair and the back to my shower chair that I may need to use at one point.  I normally don’t hold on to things I may need one day, but with adaptive appliances for my disability these items are made specifically for the item they go to and are not easily replaced.

Next shelf, tools and items to be installed in the house.  In addition to the basic tools such as screwdrivers and twine I also have new register vents that will be installed shortly, some sample paints, paint supplies, sander and heat gun on this shelf.

Next shelf, games for the grandchildren.  Scrabble, Memory, and Battleship are stacked there at the moment.

On the floor under the shelves is a partial bag of salt my son dropped off for winter ice and a laundry container the children are making into a birdhouse.

Other items: Leaning up in the back are side rails for a bed that will go upstairs, The blue sack is my Christmas tree in a pillow case there is also an assortment of small cuts from sheetrock I was given to patch walls, saved buying new.  In front of the shelf is a box which contains yarns and a bag (you can’t see) sitting on top of that box of a crochet project I am working on.

On this side is another set of shelves, the closet was built around the chimney.  The cardboard box at the top is all the holiday decorations I use and a few gifts I’ve put aside for different occasions.

Next two shelves hold sheets and one winter sweater. And finally, at the bottom my fabric for sewing projects.

Finally, on the back of the door I hang my two all season coats. The barn coat (on the left) is so worn I’ve begun to replace parts of it with material on hand. The collar you see is new. You might recognize the fabric, it’s the same that I used to line my flower baskets.

The dragonfly hooks I’ve had for years and were made by a local artisan. These hooks are an example of how I treat bringing items into my home. When I saw these I fell in love, but I didn’t know where I would use them. The friend that was with me encouraged me to purchase them anyway and that one day I’d find a use.  I didn’t buy them that day. One afternoon I realized it would be really convenient to have hooks to hold towels and instantly thought of these hooks. It was only then I went back and bought them.

You might ask where my clothes are.  Everything not in the closet is stored in one dresser that is easier for me to access.

There is one other item that is normally stored in this space, a miter saw.  At the moment it is in my basement where my son was using it.  Even my basement gets use from time to time.

 

 

Facing hostility

With the response I had to my much earlier post on our house fire, I thought I would share with you one of my favorite posts from the very beginning.  After I moved into my studio apartment I began to receive a lot of hostile responses.  I realized that to some (family, and friends included) my choice to change the way I had been living threatened them.  They acted as if I were passing judgement on their lifestyle choices.  That was far from the truth. I don’t care how they live, the reason being that I am only responsible for my own happiness, not anyone elses.

So this post was my way of venting the feelings I was having, the answers I wanted to scream out.

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