My little home has been under massive construction. I have long desired a dedicated room for all things I love- tea, writing, and maps. My tiny plot barely allows for a vegetable patch or two, but I've finally sacrificed the valuable gardening space. We had to prematurely pull two squash bushes and relocate herbs to make way. My dear husband will build custom tea cabinets so I can continue hoarding. It really must be hoarding. I pathologically bought a few pounds more tea last week and am too sheepish even to mention the contents. I'm itching to make another order.
Every day I come home and sit inside the new space fantasizing about the new organization scheme I can enforce. Currently, beengs and bricks are squished in any way they will fit which offends my sense of order. Still grouping by style, shape, factory, region, and year is not always straight forward.
I'll probably have to move teas gradually to determine storage worthiness . I'll move a few lesser beengs for a month and monitor moisture and to dim the smells of new construction. I have no shortage of such strong scented budget puerh to prep and saturate the boards. I severely interrogated my poor husband during dinner about possibility of mold or mildew but he insists the insulation and vapor barrier would prevent such a disaster. Still I'm a nervous nelly- pu once ruined is ruined forever.
The plan is to put in a roof deck with an outdoor sink so I can have a new space to brew tea. I love plans and even planning to brew in a novel setting makes me happy.