Ho, man-- that didn't come out right. I meant to say "how to hang your stuff." Freudian slip I 'spose.
This is "Step Deux" of flower boxes, the hanging edition. Let's do this.
I wanna show you something the Daddy-o introduced me to. Changed my life. In a DIY sense. I've talked about it before. It's ze french cleat:
it's awesome. Do you see what we have here? Take a simple 1x4 for instance, turn your table saw on a 45°, and cut it in half. One half goes on your wall, one half goes on your project.
Got 'em all over my house.
So, why even do that?
Consider: easily put the first piece into the studs on the wall, and then your project? You can lift it on and off with ease. It's sturdy, it's simple, and it ain't permanent.
Let's explore this idea further:
Zees ees my french cleat for my window boxes. (and somewhere, a french boy throws his baguette to the ground and yells "we do not sound like zat!")
One piece goes into the studs in my wall:
and the other goes onto the back of my window box:
and now, all that's left is to
Hold the phone. Oh.my.gosh. (said like Chris Farley on "Tommy Boy": "the medic gets out and says 'oh my gosh!' the new guy in the corner is puking. . .")
These are my gay-rage windows. Someone should really clean that out. Someone else.
Just keeping it real.
lemme show you how this cleat looks with the box hung, if I can get up in here. . . lemme see. . .
(ow I hit my head on my house, sunuva) See how they fit together all nice-like?
Since we're keeping it real, this side of my house is the fugly side. The boxes are step one in a process to make it just a little prettier. And I'm trying desperately to minimize the ugliness by my camera angles.
And ya know, if someone (else) cleaned those windows, that'd help a bit too.