And goodness, I see I started this eons ago....
It's a new year (ack jeez louise, now it's June, holy embarrassing). I, for some reason, every January it seems, get a monster itch to organize, reorganize, tidy up, and clean out, thin the herd. It's not a resolution I make. I don't make resolutions. A well-marketed itch I suppose.
Well, really, if I'm to be truly honest, that major itch hits every few months. The targets change. As now my workbench is demanding an overhaul redo.....
Back in the basement, (man I spend an inordinate amount of time in our basement, goodness) I've been pacing about, trying to figure out how to improve the usefulness of the limited space yet again.
In a lame attempt to store wood, stick lumber, pieces, scraps and bits out of sight, I stacked them on the top shelf behind the curtains. Not really the greatest place as a.) can't see nor reach much, b.) it's all stacked on itself, c.) it's a mess, and d.) a hassle to yank anything out.
Plus there's wood laying on the floor. Plus there was trim laying on the make-shift table. Junk stacked in the window sill. I mean, stuff. Everywhere. Bad.
Beeeefore. A compact mess, a mess nonetheless. Such sublime poetry. |
A door sitting on metal sawhorse thingamajigs. So in examination, posed, arms crossed, hand cupping chin I thought, hey, why not stick a few pieces of 2x4 under there and load it up with the scattered-everywhere-disorganized wood. Then I thought eeehh, what if I need to move the whole set up as on occasion, I do.
Then! Then it hit me, use up some of the wood I have laying around to make legs for the door thereby eliminating a portion of the mess, plop it on casters, and make storage underneath. Hey! Yes! Win-win all over the darn place!
I mean granted, this table set up was supposed to be temporary and not take up the whole dang basement but well, ahem, it has. And it's not going anywhere. And Mike seems to have resolved himself as much too. Poor guy. Twinge of guilt here. But it's for the betterment of all.
Half hour after this heart-stirring revelation, I'm to Menards and back. Quick, yeah? Yeah, well, it was four in the afternoon. On uh, New Year's Eve. Hey, don't judge. I was not the only one shopping, so there.
I only needed some spiffy casters,* six to be exact. Two locking and the remaining free, all swivel. Oh and screws, out of screws.
Casters and screws. Yep. Way enthralling photo indeed. |
I measured the existing whoo-ha set up height I had going on and cut verticals to match, subtracting out of course for the caster height and the door thickness. So yeah, math. Ouch.
As I was making three rolly polly leg units, next I chopped up three pieces of 2x the width of the door and attached those atop the leg pieces, creating a squared off C shape.
Speaking of enthralling photos, here's what 2x4 looks like when it's been cut! |
I did not go back again New Year's Eve as I didn't want to appear that lame. Or I don't think I did. Surely I went another day. Hm.
Soooooo......After running out for one more stick, more subtracting to insert a cross piece leg support storage shelf-ish landing spot whatever I don't know what to call it part, chop chop, and screwed them together.
A near completed leg unit thingie. |
Mmm hm, casters on the ends. |
Doh!! I think I originally attached the door to the legs from below only, hence this. Junk pile awaits in the background. |
All that was left was to load it up and then I was joyous.
All done! |
Sure, I need to organize this better but hey, done is good. |
Yay! So helpful. Hard to see but the ladder is now in the window sill which is perfect. |
Use a weathered old reclaimed door and bingo, cool dining table that shifts around as needed. Inside or outside! Cut said door in half, make two smaller tables! Oh! Possibilities!
So the idea is there, it has sprouted, run with it my friends!
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