I went through three boxes in the garage today. They were ones I had kinda tumbled things into on cleaning jags. I went through them and actually organized things. The dogs have been cooped up inside because the meter reader was supposed to come by today, and, for some reason, they don't like to get too close to a fence if there are two . . .some would say protective, I just say smiling . . . pit bull terriers in the yard. Not that my dogs would EVER go after anyone who wasn't threatening them; they love people, they just don't like other dogs.
One box I set aside for the bulky finishing supplies: styrofoam, the styrofoam cutter, fiberfill, some Christmas tins, and a paper box that I still need to find something to put on top. It's a big box, but I figure that these are light items and they need a good secure space to be stored in til I use them.
Another box, I put charts and kitted up projects in. I really want to have one box for UFOS and kitted up projects, so that I have them at hand to work on if I want them. And to keep it all in one box. That is my ultimate goal.
The third box had a bunch of just . . . detritus . . . in it. I separated out the books and clothes that need to be dealt with and put all the floss and fabric from the other boxes in there in order to bring it up to be organized. I separated out the freebies to bring those upstairs.
I still have a lot to go through down there, and it's going to involve moving stuff around. There's a ladder leaning up against a stack of boxes that I need to go through. That may be this evening's project. I will feel better if the pile o' boxes is smaller and I can find what I need without a 10 minute search and cursing.