My 99 Cent Shelf.Friday, June 26, 2015
What? Ninety nine cents for a shelf? You gotta be kiddin' me.
Well. No. No, I'm not.
I paid ninety nine cents for the keyhole brackets. The rest was free to me. Well, ok, maybe minus some gasoline and ancillary supplies I had on hand.
Ok, I realize this is a one in a million trillion shelf but ya never know. My point in sharing this with you is to encourage you to keep your eyes open. Keep your mind open, think creatively, because you never know what you're gonna see while out and about.
Truth be told, I probably should not have picked this up.
For several years now the Emerald Ash Borer has been wrecking havoc around town. Killing so many trees around the city, this dumb bug is. Its latest target is beautiful Humboldt Park, the neighborhood and the park proper. According to The Chicagoist, 650 trees in the area are slated to be cut down. :( Ugh, heartbreaking.
At least the city is going to plant 350 trees. Or so they say anyway. Mmm hm. Ahem.
The tree chopper people have been buzzing away in the park for the last week or two or so, felling these huge huge trees. Such a shame.
I'm walking Finn one day and I see this wedge shaped tree piece all alone, drowning in a puddle. I look all around, see no one, look at the wedge. Think to myself: that'd be a Ridiculously stunning shelf.
I should keep walking. Continuing on, I glance back over my shoulder, hear a blurp blurp, gurgle, save me!
No, keep walking, I shouldn't touch it. I bet that was Rational Brain again. Mmm hm.
The next day Finny and I pass it again. On purpose? Iiiiii dunno. Lemme, for the sake of argument, juuuust take a closer look.
Aw, that is soooo cool (yet unfortunate for the tree) how the bugs burrowed and made that snake-y pattern! Look at the funky ripple effect there, the top is flat? wow, and there's still bark on it too! Omg, too good to be true. Pinch pinch.
No, keep walking. I shouldn't touch it.
I hear the wedge whisper, you will be so sorry if you pass me up. So sorry.
I just kinda hear Mike in my head too, "Whaddya crazy?! What're thinkin'?!"
But I'm also thinking maybe he'll find it insanely cool too. One day I'll figure out his taste. Maybe in another ten years.
(Mike does like the DIY library rug, by the way, yay! "Perfect!" he says. And when I showed him the newly recovered pillow on his and Finn's side of the couch, he shot me a wide-eyed, omg-are-you-super-serious-this-is-awesomeness look while petting it and hugging it and cuddling with it. You should see Finn's face when he's resting his head on it too, heh. "You're going back for more of this fabric, right?" said my enraptured husband. +1 win for Brain on Fabric!)
Ok so day three I decide all right, look, if it's still there, I'm gonna grab it. Walk by and....it's still there. I glance around like a prowler. Ok Finny boy, c'mon, let's hurry back to the car!
A quick zip over, pop the trunk, do a thieving 360º look-see, surreptitiously in broad daylight fish the wedge out of the puddle, toss it in the car, shut the trunk, and off like bandits we were.
I let it sit in the garage for a few days to dry out. Then I brought it indoors. Where I was finally able to admire it in all it's grandeur.
Wow. Damn cool.
Sanding the top a bit and then several coats of semi-gloss polyurethane (oil based) later (yes even though I know the wood is still "green"), I venture out for some keyhole brackets.*
I ended up with not the kind I wanted but it's what Menards had. And, really, can't beat ninety nine cents. AmmI right or ammI right?
Right. I measure 2" down from the top edge, some arbitrary measurement I randomly decided upon, and that was center of the catch.
Attach brackets. Important: pre-drill your screw holes. And don't overly tighten the brackets on.
|And I arbitrarily picked the distance apart from each other too.|
What about next to the bed in the hall bedroom? I haul it up there. It looks outstanding. I look around the room and think, wellllll, maybe this is a tad much. Or, I can hunt like a vulture on every park walk for another one. I have indeed located one but it's trapped under a jumbo slain tree trunk, so um, not readily available. Or, we'll see. *cough.*
But of course it's not too much for the room, I was feeling selfish.
Mike, after I stupidly mentioned the yarn art still being up, made me move it under threat of it dying a horrifying death. Sigh. It's in the hall bedroom now. I thought, huh, maybe on that wall in the master bedroom. But. That's over Finn's main sleeping spot, probably not the best idea.
Ok. Front door. Keep fingers crossed.
I use that painters tape trick you see all over the Pinterests and interwebs. Stretch the tape over, jab through two holes...
|Oh yeah, Finn's totally holding it for me, multi-talented pooch that he is.|
|Doh, not level.|
|Finn looks a little crazy-eyed here. Hopefully he's not planning a shelf attack.|
Wow, right?! What a find. Am I sorry I grabbed it? Nope. Nope, not in the least.
|"Mommy, you're seriously leaving that stuff on there?!"|
|Check out those wild ripples!|
|And no, I'm not so out of touch with reality that I'm leaving that stuff on the shelf. Wait and see.|
Now keep those eyes and minds open, ya hear?
*The keyhole brackets link is an Amazon affiliate link. Mwah, thanks! Please see the "boring stuff" tab above for more info.