If, in fact Thomas Edison was correct when he noted that “to invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk”, then my shed is indeed fertile ground for invention. Except, as many of us may have, or indeed currently are experiencing, the shed’s contents can easily exceed the shed’s capacity thereby creating that diabolical of all shed phenomena – shed lock. For those fortunate enough to have avoided such (for now) it’s akin to that traffic phenomena, grid lock, where so many vehicles are on the road that none are able to move.
to ease my shed lock, I set about making movable stands/benchesI finally realised that it wasn’t gremlins coming into my shed in my absence and hiding things on me, that I decided that what I really needed was a “safe place” to put those items I am forever looking for and forever reminding myself that (when I finally do find them) I need to store it/them in a designated “safe place”. Perfect, I thought and then set about gathering some of those special and frequently missing/sought after items and cogitating where, in my shed, I would create this designated “safe place”? It was while I was carefully gathering those items needing a safe place and thereby creating an ever increasing pile of stuff on my bench that the proverbial penny (no-$100 dollar bill) dropped and I realised that, in fact the whole damn shed would need to be in a safe place and it (the shed) was already the safest place I had.
