Damn you, Pat and Jodi, Matt and Sherry, Joan, Henry, and all the rest!! You make it look so easy, don’t you, with your top-of-the-line power tools and your neat, clean workshops that some flunky keeps clean, and your budgets that allow you do use all the cool materials and hardware. You compress a 4-day project into a tidy 30-minute transformation of raw materials to finished installation. You never sweat, you never bleed, you never make a mistake – do you? Well, damn you all!
All I wanted was some shelves to store the video tapes that have been in movers’ boxes in the spare room closet. For the record, we moved here 2 years ago, so emptying the boxes was a long-overdue task. The corner of that closet was a perfect place to put some shallow shelves. I took some measurements and sketched it out on CAD, and I figured I could fit 12 shelves quite comfortably. Off to Home Depot I went.
It was to be a simple installation – 6” X 23” shelves made from ½” thick particle board. I got 2 panels – 2’ X 4’ – figuring to run them thru the table saw to size. As an aside, my husband has been whining for years that his table saw is crap. I figured he just wanted a new one – you know – guys and tools… Well, he was right. His table saw is crap. The table is not flat. The rip fence is not square. And the thingy that you use to push the material thru doesn’t fit snugly in the slot. I could have used the circular saw, but I figured I could make do on the table saw. Norm makes it look so easy, damn him!
I got them all cut. They’re sorta square. We’re not talking fine furniture here – they’re shelves in a closet in a spare room. Close enough is good enough in this case.
I was going to install them by attaching angle brackets under the shelves and screwing them into anchors set in the sheetrock. I had a box of anchors and a box of screws and 36 brackets (3 per shelf). Have I ever mentioned that I did tool and fixture design for 6 years? In addition to watching the aforementioned TV network, I picked up enough tips to make drilling the pilot holes a lot easier. Three set-ups on the drill press, and I soon had all the pilot holes ready for bracket installation. Incidentally, drill bits are sharp, and tiny, little ones are very sharp. There was a little blood. And unfortunately, the screws I bought were ¾” long and the shelves were ½” thick, so I had to scrounge up shorter screws. I did have a fully charged battery for the drill/screwdriver, and it didn’t take long to install all the brackets.
Ever hear the words of wisdom “Measure twice, cut once”? I had. Too bad I didn’t heed them. The space in the closet was actually a bit more than 23” wide. More like 23 ¼” – so the side brackets didn’t fit snugly against the walls. Damn. I wasn’t going to mess with shims. I just decided to make do. After all, each of the shelves was to hold about 20 videotapes, no great weight there.
The first shelf sat securely on the base molding. I thought about attaching it, but it is just 3” off the floor, so I just set it in place. Rather than bothering to measure for every shelf, I made two spacer blocks that would sit on the previously installed shelf. I’d rest the next shelf unit on the blocks, mark where the anchors needed to go, take out the shelf, drive a nail to make a hole for the anchor, then drive the anchor in. With the shelf back in place, I’d drive the 3 screws, then repeat with the next shelf.
Like I said, the closet is just over 23” deep. I didn’t want to empty all the crap out of it, so I cleared an area that would allow me to get in there and work. I am not a petite woman. Nor am I particularly flexible. The installation of the bottom 4 shelves was not pretty. The language was decidedly unladylike. The Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup] was at work so I had to do all the holding and fetching and bending and reaching. And even with the ceiling fan going, it was hot in there. I had to stop several times to clean the sweat off my glasses and wipe my face. I also had to stop for a bandage when the drill slipped and I jammed a Phillips head bit into my left index finger. (I managed to get it bleeding again this morning…)
Somewhere along the line, I had to venture out of the room and down the hallway. Pixel, my Dalmatian, planted herself in the doorway. When I tried to step over her, she moved, and I stepped down on her leg. Don’t fret for the dog – I didn’t put my full weight down. I managed to move my foot, but the shift in balance sent me falling. I felt it in my left hip and my right knee, and I think I put my left hand down rather heavily. Damn dog.
So, long story short, I installed all 12 shelves. I emptied the moving boxes and gathered the assorted tapes that were left around the house. I labeled the ends of the ones we taped and I tried to organize them on the shelves. I still haven’t decided what order would be best – alphabetical or by genre or separating movies from series of movies. Before we moved from Virginia, I created a database of our videos – we had 318 at the time, and I know we’ve added to the collection since then. If I’m lucky, I can fit 250 of the tapes on the shelves, and the rest will stay in the cheesy plastic storage drawers that are falling apart.
I’ve already told the Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup] that we’ve got to finish cleaning that closet and the room. With the two of us, it shouldn’t take more than and hour or two. And there is a sense of satisfaction having this project done. I will continue to watch HGTV, and I will get my husband the table saw he’s been lusting after. But I’m still pissed at Norm et al. I could do what they do if I had good tools and a flunky to sweep up my sawdust. Damn them.