This week I decided to make a much needed improvement to our basement apartment. Several months ago I brought home two shelves for MB to hang. He quickly grabbed the chance to use his power tools and hung one! After that he was thirsty from being so manly. So after a five minute break he never got around to hanging the second one. So mild nagging began. When are you going to hang the other shelf? Wouldn't that shelf look nice on the wall? Do you have time to hang the shelf today? and so on...Finally I just came to the realization that I could do it myself. Why not? I am a competent woman. I have been around tools before and I watched him put up the first shelf. And think how proud my husband will be that I can hang that shelf by myself. Foolishly, I decided that I was qualified.
So this week I pulled out the power tools, figured out how they worked, and made some measurements. Happily it all went smoothly. I got the screws in the wall, even making them the correct distance apart. Sadly I didn't realize the importance of a level. My shelf ended up a little crooked, but if you balance heavy times on one side (like that nice disc) and light items on the other (those cute blocks Mom made) it all evens out. After fixing my small, very common mistake I thought the shelf perfect. MB came home took one look at the wall, then said "Well, that's a little sideways." Oh well, I will have to find some other way to impress him.
This week I decided to make a much needed improvement to our basement apartment. Several months ago I brought home two shelves for MB to hang. He quickly grabbed the chance to use his power tools and hung one! After that he was thirsty from being so manly. So after a five minute break he never got around to hanging the second one. So mild nagging began. When are you going to hang the other shelf? Wouldn't that shelf look nice on the wall? Do you have time to hang the shelf today? and so on...Finally I just came to the realization that I could do it myself. Why not? I am a competent woman. I have been around tools before and I watched him put up the first shelf. And think how proud my husband will be that I can hang that shelf by myself. Foolishly, I decided that I was qualified.
So this week I pulled out the power tools, figured out how they worked, and made some measurements. Happily it all went smoothly. I got the screws in the wall, even making them the correct distance apart. Sadly I didn't realize the importance of a level. My shelf ended up a little crooked, but if you balance heavy times on one side (like that nice disc) and light items on the other (those cute blocks Mom made) it all evens out. After fixing my small, very common mistake I thought the shelf perfect. MB came home took one look at the wall, then said "Well, that's a little sideways." Oh well, I will have to find some other way to impress him.
