Executive Editor @john.mcgann
Compared to my neighbors, my shop space is immaculate—something they say they aspire to. I look at it and cringe, however, because I just see a mess. My 1,200–square-foot shop comfortably holds two cars, all my tools, parts for various projects, and a random collection of stuff I know I’ll never use.
I’m not a neat freak, but the clutter does bother me. It’s a creeping frustration that can become distracting, and I definitely have some mental threshold that, once crossed, forces me to stop what I’m doing and clean. I’ll dedicate a weekend to do nothing but going through accumulated parts and pitching or recycling as necessary. I’ll also attack the place with a vacuum cleaner or mop if it’s especially dusty. Sometimes, I’ll do this…