So I got another wild hair up my ass and decided that I needed to start working with my hands again. I’ve always been fascinated with building things, but in all honesty, I never gave myself enough time to get “good” at it. This weekend was yet another testament to my severe lack of “Villa” blood.
In our effort to start (finally) working toward our eventual retirement career (a mere 10 years away come this June), we have been stocking up and organizing our craft stocks, woodworking tools, and business/savings plans.
Things are going great; however, if you have ever gotten into crafts, scrapbooking, or any “rainy day stores,” you know these items breed after you go to bed… like rabbits… rabbits on Spring Break… on ecstasy.
So, I bought some tools a month or so ago to begin working on a craft cabinet for Brandi to organize and put things away. Of course, I bought the original materials with cost effectiveness in mind.
HA HA HA.
If you aren’t a solid DIY’er, do not EVER try to build something like a cabinet out of 3/8” or 1/2” plywood. Sure it looks good, but you will sand yourself into the pissed-off locker and it ends up sturdy enough to hold a paperclip—if you can get it to stand on its own.
Woodwork take 2.
Well, I upgraded the wood. Not by choice—well, sort of—NOT having a choice is still a choice, I suppose. Anyway, I went and bought a few sheets of 3/4” MDF (a cross between plywood and particle board) to build the cabinet.
Much better choice. Not only does it stand on its own, but the stuff is a bit easier to cut and no sanding is required.
It is, however, ridiculously messy.
Case in point, I took a router to it in order to make grooves to sturdy the frame up.
My garage now looks like a sawdust ski resort. I’m not sure there is a square inch NOT covered in tan powder. Which I need to clean up….which is an entire day out of my already hectic schedule. That’s ok, I’m sure my lungs will heal before I retire.
It’s built, now what?!
Even with my lack of skills and judgement, the cabinet did get built this weekend. The problem was getting this behemoth into the damn house.
Oh yeah, 7 foot tall, 3.5 feet wide, and 2 feet deep on paper looks just fine. Coming through a doorway, on the other hand…
Well, long story short, we managed not to actually break anything getting this monster in the craft room. One small victory for Team Duncan. I do, however, feel sorry for the movers getting this big SOB back out of that room when we leave. (Sorry guys!)
Ah, gotta love doing things with your hands, eh?
Here’s a pic of it in all of its shining glory—ready to hold… RIBBON!
What do you think? Overkill? LOL!