I don't even have a good excuse for not blogging in ages. Granted, I've been a bit busy with settling into my condo and doing some basic housework, but still, I suck.
So I will tell you a story about how bad I am at housework, even though in my mind I'm Bob Villa. Last week I decided to pimp out my bedroom closet - twelve feet of virgin space, begging for some custom closet goodness. I promptly went to the Home Depot and bought a system from ClosetMaid that involved hanging everything from a bar at the top of the wall. I also purchased wall anchors which looked sturdy enough for the aforementioned bar. You know where this is going, don't you?
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So the horizontal bar from which the whole system is supposed to hang has holes every 8 inches. Thinking it was only clothes, I figured I could skip every other hole. First mistake. Then as I started drilling holes in the wall and placing the anchors into position, I realized they were of really shitty quality. I decided not to heed that omen and proceeded to the set the whole thing up. An hour later I was done and I was as proud of my gleaming closet as a father would of a tree house he just built for his kids.
Cut to 2AM, that night. I woke up to a horrible noise that left me slightly traumatised and the cats clawing everything in sight. It took me a minute to figure out where it had come from. As I opened the closet doors, I realized the extend of my cluelessness: the whole thing, all 12 feet of multiple levels of wire shelving, and the clothes that I had lovingly laid out had come down in one big mangled mess. The part of the wall where the top bar was afixed was riddled with big gaping holes and the bar was laying with the rest of the wreckage.
It took me a good hour to get everything out of the way, another couple hours to properly install the whole thing again and now I am the proud owner of a custom closet system - which conveniently hides a bunch of holes in the wall.
Long story short, I suck with tools. And if that had been a tree house for my kids, Child Services would be having a field day.
So I will tell you a story about how bad I am at housework, even though in my mind I'm Bob Villa. Last week I decided to pimp out my bedroom closet - twelve feet of virgin space, begging for some custom closet goodness. I promptly went to the Home Depot and bought a system from ClosetMaid that involved hanging everything from a bar at the top of the wall. I also purchased wall anchors which looked sturdy enough for the aforementioned bar. You know where this is going, don't you?
[+/-] Read More
So the horizontal bar from which the whole system is supposed to hang has holes every 8 inches. Thinking it was only clothes, I figured I could skip every other hole. First mistake. Then as I started drilling holes in the wall and placing the anchors into position, I realized they were of really shitty quality. I decided not to heed that omen and proceeded to the set the whole thing up. An hour later I was done and I was as proud of my gleaming closet as a father would of a tree house he just built for his kids.
Cut to 2AM, that night. I woke up to a horrible noise that left me slightly traumatised and the cats clawing everything in sight. It took me a minute to figure out where it had come from. As I opened the closet doors, I realized the extend of my cluelessness: the whole thing, all 12 feet of multiple levels of wire shelving, and the clothes that I had lovingly laid out had come down in one big mangled mess. The part of the wall where the top bar was afixed was riddled with big gaping holes and the bar was laying with the rest of the wreckage.
It took me a good hour to get everything out of the way, another couple hours to properly install the whole thing again and now I am the proud owner of a custom closet system - which conveniently hides a bunch of holes in the wall.
Long story short, I suck with tools. And if that had been a tree house for my kids, Child Services would be having a field day.
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