So we have this shed.
It’s not ours per se, it’s my father-in-law’s.
I always wondered what was in it.
Turns out there are MANY MANY things that I wish werent in there.
Apparently, my f-i-l is a secret horder.
The hording may be situated into a single shed, but YOU BETTER BELIEVE there is some serious hording happening.
For example, when we informed my fil that we were moving to Israel, he insisted we not bring anything with us. “I have EVERYTHING you will need” he said on the phone.
It sounded so nice and comforting.
That is until my husband turned to me and said, “You know he means furniture from the 70’s”
I thought he was exaggerating.
I’m glad I believed him and am having my own furniture and belongings shipped to us.
When my husband told his father that we needed to go buy some cutlery, my fil proceeded to take him into the shed. My bewildered husband came back with a plastic bag full of forks, knives, spoons and the such. I asked him what was wrong, and as he pulled out a fork, he asks me how old I thought the no longer shiny utensil was.
“Ten years old”? I answered.
“No. My mother bought these when I was a kid”.
His mother has been dead for over 20 years.
I literally feel as though I am in a time warp in this apartment.
The kitchen is 70’s chic:
And did I mention this is the clock that my f-i-l gave us from the magical shed after we said we needed to buy a clock?
Oh yes he did.
I see potential in this time warp of an apartment, I really do… considering this is the view from my kitchen window:
A view like that is something a city girl like me, truly appreciates.
Now bring on the garbage truck!