Walking into this Ypsilanti garage, I can tell right away that this is a home full of hobbies and adventure. There’s a bike for every occasion, camping gear that’s seen some action, and shelves that started strong before slowly surrendering to the chaos. The good news? I can already see a path to making this space work better—one where finding a screwdriver doesn’t require an expedition. With a little strategy this garage will be back in business in no time!  

I step into the basement, and it's like a game of “Where’s Waldo?” but with cardboard boxes, clothes, and a dog crate thrown in for good measure. The boxes—bless their hearts—are all empty, but somehow, they’ve gathered together in a pyramid of potential, just waiting for something to fill them. Clothes are hanging up like they’re auditioning for a closet, and a bookshelf is proudly displaying a collection of fun reads. And then there’s the tower of clutter, standing tall as if it’s daring me to knock it over, but it’s all good. We’ve got this. 

As I take it all in, I can’t help but smile. This basement is brimming with possibilities—it’s chaotic, sure, but everything has its purpose, even if it’s not immediately obvious. It just needs a little organizing magic to help everything find its place. This space will be transformed into something practical and, dare I say, even fun.

I step into the small craft area, and I’m immediately greeted by a colorful mess of paints, brushes, beads, ribbons, and papers—everything is just living its best life, scattered across the floor, jumbled up in boxes. It’s clear that inspiration strikes here often, but things have gotten a bit… enthusiastic. No worries, though—I’m here to bring a little bit of structure to the fun without squashing any of that creative energy.
As I start sorting through the supplies, it feels like everything has been thrown at a party and nobody wants to leave—ribbons are tangled like they’re having a dance-off, and markers are just lounging around without their caps. This space is full of potential, it just needs a little direction. With some bins, a couple of labels, and a tiny bit of patience, this area will be ready for the next great craft project, with everything in its place.

This basement playroom is pure adventure—books everywhere, dolls mid-drama, and a Barbie party that ended under suspicious circumstances. The electric piano leans coolly against the wall, the drum set sits like it owns the place, and two reading chairs look like they’ve seen things.
We rescue books from excavation, tuck Barbies and dolls into bins, and straighten the chairs so they stop judging us. The instruments get their own stage, the green carpet takes a deep breath, and the whole room feels ready for whatever fun comes next

​I walk into the living room and kitchen, which has a warm, lived-in vibe—like it’s been through some adventures and is taking a breather. The big aquarium is empty, quietly waiting for its next aquatic residents, while laundry bags are hanging out in every corner like they’re having their own little party. Clothes are casually draped across the couch, as if it’s their favorite hangout spot. But no rush—this space is simply ready for a little TLC. I begin folding the laundry, and slowly, the couch reappears, the bags get sorted, and the aquarium gets a fresh start. Little by little, the whole area begins to feel lighter, brighter, and a lot more welcoming.

I step into the basement, and it's like walking into a secret world. There are boxes stacked high, each one holding a mystery, and the garment rack is packed with clothes as if it's showcasing a collection. But I’m here to save the day! My mission? Help this space breathe again.  To make room for new possibilities.
The boxes seem to share their stories as I open them—old photos, forgotten gadgets, a collection of half-empty candles—and each one holds a memory. The garment rack is no different, a wardrobe of forgotten fashion that could use a little TLC. Slowly but surely, I’m untangling the chaos and revealing the space beneath, one item at a time. By the end of it, we’ll have a basement that feels more like a calm retreat and less like a maze!

I walk into this dining room in Belleville, and I can't help but grin.  This is the sort of challenge I live for. The table is like a little kingdom of bins, food, and appliances, with a blender lurking somewhere underneath, probably plotting its next smoothie. There are bags and boxes stacked high on the chairs like some kind of modern art sculpture. Canning supplies are peeking out from one corner, as though they’re trying to make a grand return after a long vacation. This room is full of potential—once I get through it, the table will be ready for a meal and the chairs will be happy to do their job, sitting and offering a place to relax.