The ManShop And My Father...
When we moved to our new house, my father got his dream fulfilled. Yes, my mother made him trash dozens of pounds of things that he'd been saving for no reason. But he got a ManShop.
See his sign for the manly ManShop...
I stitched this and have yet to select a frame for it. And now, on with images of the pit that is the ManShop. Included is commentary that I feel is needed.
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This is the long shot of the ManShop. I did use the flash but the door kind of threw the lighting off. You can see the motorcycle near the door or may be not:
This is the spot directly under my parents' bathroom floor. And it also begins his workbench space:
This is the drill press. Somewhere in this pile is my collection of tools:
This is the electrical work table. It's pieces of wood and a lab table:
Because the garage isn't heated, here's the jacket he wears in the winter hanging from the floor boards of the floor above:
This is the other end of the worktable space from a couple of pictures ago:
These are the racks from Home Depot that supposedly organized the ManShop:
This is me standing next to the motorcycle and taking another long shot:
This is the bar fridge. It's stocked. And then the bar on top of it:
This is the doll house my parents bought me for Christmas of 1993. It's been sitting in this box for the last 15 years in the pit of our previous house:
This is the motorcycle with the other garage jacket hanging off of the handlebars:
This is another shot of the "organizing" shelving and his work ladders (read the EPS on them, lol):
This is simply several boxes of cables and old books that he hasn't used ever:
This picture reminds me of how I would alter that 12 days Christmas song... 3 storage bins, two coolers and a keyboard under a hunting hat:
This is the Commodore PET 2001 Series that has not worked my entire life:
See his sign for the manly ManShop...
I stitched this and have yet to select a frame for it. And now, on with images of the pit that is the ManShop. Included is commentary that I feel is needed.
~~~
This is the long shot of the ManShop. I did use the flash but the door kind of threw the lighting off. You can see the motorcycle near the door or may be not:
This is the spot directly under my parents' bathroom floor. And it also begins his workbench space:
This is the drill press. Somewhere in this pile is my collection of tools:
This is the electrical work table. It's pieces of wood and a lab table:
Because the garage isn't heated, here's the jacket he wears in the winter hanging from the floor boards of the floor above:
This is the other end of the worktable space from a couple of pictures ago:
These are the racks from Home Depot that supposedly organized the ManShop:
This is me standing next to the motorcycle and taking another long shot:
This is the bar fridge. It's stocked. And then the bar on top of it:
This is the doll house my parents bought me for Christmas of 1993. It's been sitting in this box for the last 15 years in the pit of our previous house:
This is the motorcycle with the other garage jacket hanging off of the handlebars:
This is another shot of the "organizing" shelving and his work ladders (read the EPS on them, lol):
This is simply several boxes of cables and old books that he hasn't used ever:
This picture reminds me of how I would alter that 12 days Christmas song... 3 storage bins, two coolers and a keyboard under a hunting hat:
This is the Commodore PET 2001 Series that has not worked my entire life: