Hardware girl strikes again
After six years of living here, using the back of my sofa as a bookshelf, and spending untold hours and several shoulder sprains fishing books out from behind the sofa as they fell down (and learning that the Honkin' Large Thai Cookbook made a good backrest for anything else because it was too thick to fall of its own accord -- yes, I did learn creative book-layering (often over a kleenex box) in the process)... anyway, I finally did something about it:
My bookshelf (newly cleaned due to the "I don't want to write Ad-Aware docs anymore, I actually prefer cleaning to writing at this point" cleaning spree) and assorted fuzzies. ^_^)
Good heavens. Empty bookshelf space. Of course, it's not going to STAY that way long, especially now that I can put anything I like on it without having to worry about it falling over -- I'm rather proud of the fact that it only took me two T-bars, two I-bars, and four angle-brackets to come up with something that's nearly solid enough to tapdance on despite not touching the ground anywhere.
Had the guy at Lowe's take one piece of 11" shelving, whack 3 inches off the unfinished side, cut it at 72" for the top shelf, chop the 3" remnants into 6-inch bits, and I made two-way braces that let it float thanks to the combination of sofa pressure and wall pressure out of the leftovers. (Apartment rules: no screws or nails in the walls. I have two nails in the walls and I figure I can cover those with white-out or something whenever I leave. Screws, not so much. Hence the magical floating-but-not-capable-of-tipping-forwards-OR-back bookshelf.)
Must see if the horde has any white electrical tape left in the con kit so I can put something over the cut edges; particle board isn't the world's greatest fashion statement, and it absorbs paint like a sponge, and even I'm not tech-geeky enough to cover the edges with masking tape and paint that. (Although the fact that I've made the statement lets you know it did occur to me. It comes with being a theater tech major. I think of EVERYTHING about decorating in terms of "good enough from stage distance", even the stuff I live on...)
Took one of those online personality tests just on a lark this weekend, this one about "what your personality says about your probable social/romantic life", and it classified me as an even split between "granola dyke" and "bohemian dyke", identifying characteristics "recycles everything," "eats health food voluntarily and enjoys it," "has sewn a sizable proportion of the clothing in her closet" (theater tech major! It comes with the territory! One of the closets is either fabric or finished costumes...), "enjoys hanging out at fabric stores and hardware stores" (did I mention theater tech major yet?), "has built a sizable proportion of the furniture in her living space"... and then I looked around and went "er...."
Seriously, the only things I didn't build were the coffee tables I inherited, the sofa, and the rocking chair. (Well, and the TV/computer. But actually the computer only half counts because I DID build it myself, I just didn't start with a soldering gun and a piece of silicon to do it...) And a decent chunk of the things in here I built without having a pattern first. Just on a quick glance around the room, 360 degrees:
--new sofa shelf (built without pattern) --3 living room bookshelves (built from pattern) --VCR/DVD holder (built without pattern before Dremel tool, rubbed a spectacular number of blisters into my hands doing predrilling with a wood screw and a screwdriver!) --corner desk (built from pattern) --extra kitchen cabinet (built from pattern) --phone shelf (built from pattern) --cookbook and Japanese-dishes bookshelf (built from pattern)
...er yeah. I'm thinking I'm guilty as charged by sheer preponderance of evidence... ^^;;;
Some people would probably be embarrassed about living on mostly homemade furniture. Me? Kind of sheepishly proud of it. (ahem) HARDWARE GRRRL STRIKES BACK! MWAHAHAAAA!!
And now I've officially run out of excuses and have to get back to work...