Leaving aside the route of interring excess stuff to confuse the crap out of future archaeologists, I do have some recent experience with an "
Oh...my workshop is now so full it is functionally broken...[FIST MUFFLED SCREAM]
" event.
Frankly, when my workshop was log-jammed with several lifetimes worth of Nylon/Delrin/Tufnol stock, a Warco Minor mill on a large pallet with no suitable bench to put it on and a bunch of excess tooling from various auction lots, if I didn't have my ADHD meds, I'm not sure what I'd have done.
Brutal enforcement of tunnel vision (and the meds of course) is the way I got through it.
I just picked an area and pretended the dispiriting chaos in any other area didn't exist. If I had to use those other areas as temporary storage for the stuff I was trying to sort out, I actually threw a dust sheet over the other area to prevent me looking at and thus starting on that area before I was finished with the area I was supposed to be organising.
I also became a bit of a regular at the local recycling centre.
With the help of a few relatively local maker spaces/men's sheds, I managed to shift all of the excess unwanted plastics.
Managed to borrow a very rusty but still sound engine hoist (which is still outside on the drive, under a tarp, to be collected by the owner; I suspect I'm stuck with it, need to find a place for that now
) and repurposed a workbench as the home for my mill.
Reconfigured general storage to get other stuff organised.
I do still have a fair bit more of workshop infrastructure stuff to do*, but at that point, I was then at a stage, 5 months later, where I could finish off the improvements to the mini lathe I started 6 months previously and could now use my workshop.
Going into my workshop is now once again a pleasure and I'd say that's due to the strict divide and conquer approach I took when faced with such depressing disorder.
Don't know if this ramble is of any help but eh... it's there for what it's worth.