Blogland.
The DIY Queen’s domain.
Blog after blog parades one fantastic project after another.
It’s reminiscent of REM’s “Shiny Happy People.” We smile, skip, and happily do the
show-and-tell thing. Our purpose is to inspire you, Dear Reader, to get to your
own project. After-all, we did this thing in just three e-a-s-y steps in ten
minutes on a Sunday afternoon just to fill in our spare time and are more than
happy to tell you how as we skip with delight around our new creation.
Other times a DIY Queen’s job is more of a cheerleader:
“Give me a D. Give me an I. Give me a Y-O-U!
With a paint
brush in one hand, nail gun in the other.
Get a pile of scrap wood, and make
something for your mother!
GO YOU!”
And then there’s the projects gone wonky that we never
talk/post about. This leaves a mistaken impression that everything we put our
hands to turns to gold. Well, Dear Reader, here’s where I’m going to keep it
real. I have a project gone wonky. Very wonky.
It started with rearranging furniture which left this blank
wall (look at the wall in the background):
I like the frames together like that so the focus was on
finding brackets and wood for a shelf. Found a pair of matching vintage
brackets this past weekend. And then the project went downhill from there.
First sign of wonkiness was in choosing my wood. Had the
*bright* idea to reuse a drawer. I spent forty-five minutes Monday evening
cutting it down by hand to get it to the right size. Yes, forty-five minutes.
Yes, with a hand saw. Yes, I’m crazy fearless that way. I woke up
Tuesday morning realizing it wasn’t going to work. It was too thin and would
look weak and flimsy. Yes, we’re still talking about the wood I spent
forty-five minutes cutting by hand.
So, back to the junk stash I go. After buying the brackets
I’m determined at this point to not buy anything else. I find part of a drop
leaf table. It has the right thickness but isn’t quite long enough. Thinking I
won’t mind I decide to try it out for size. I “set” up the shelf to see how it
will look on the wall:
Not happenin’!
Back to the junk stash where I pull out this
little beauty my husband found and brought home:
It just doesn’t fit our décor in its original form.
Look how
pretty and shiny:
So I sand, stain, and paint it white with homemade chalk
paint.
Much better:
Turning my attention to the brackets, I dab a bit of the
same white on them.
And then the wonky monster strikes again. I break a bracket.
Yes. Really. One fell onto the tile floor and the bottom loop for the screw
broke off.
At this point it’s too comical to get angry. Seriously. ALL I WANTED
WAS A SHELF, Y’ALL!
One little shelf to hold my picture frames.
You know what’s coming next. Back to the junk stash to
hopefully find brackets to work with the wood. Guess what? Found two plant
hooks that will work. It’s like they were made for each other. The shelf is cut
from a log and is designed to just sit on brackets, the plant hooks angle up at
the end which will help secure the shelf from coming forward and falling off
the wall.
The wonkiest part of all? Both the wood and brackets were
already in my junk stash!
In closing, let’s review my three e-a-s-y steps in this
project: (1)Purchase vintage brackets, break one, find two more. (2) Cut the
wrong wood, pull out another piece and paint it. (3)Put the shelf up and que
the music for the background ("Shiny Happy People") while I skip around and tell you, Dear Reader,
that YES! You, too, can do this in your home! Go YOU!
(Admit it, you now had "Shiny Happy People" playing in your head while looking at the reveal, huh?)
Happy Treasure Hunting, Y'all ~Betsy
I am SO glad you post REAL life. You are right that you talented bloggers make it seem that everything you do is awesome the first time. It turned out great but I really want that Ohio license plate! I have never seen one that said that before. Guess I'll keep looking now!
ReplyDeleteHi Vicki!
ReplyDeleteTY for your kind words!
That liscense plate came off of a 73 Mustang my husband bought me for our 20th wedding anniversary. The two former owners of the car left the tags with her. What a treat to have the first and second plates ever issued on her. Both are displayed in our home.