One upon a time, not long, long ago,
I felt like my garage was completely filled with unfinished projects that were meant for other people.
This means that I suck.
But I am happy to report, that this is the final project, and my garage is feeling soo much less guilt.
And then I gave this project the kiss of death when I said to myself,
"Self, this is gonna be one of the easiest projects I've ever done."
I'd like to punch myself in the face for every time I think that errant thought. Allow me to sum it up with this e-card. Because I believe that somewhere out there, there is an e-card for every emotion.
No matter how many times I've jinxed a project by saying it will be "easy", I go and do it to myself again. And again.
I can't even explain why this project gave me so many fits.
Fiddling with the dowels to ensure they were all fitting evenly, hunting down hardware that was described in the tutorial, only to find I purchased the wrong thing and no one knows what the right thing is. . .
Oh, and then. . . it's this frigid, icy cold disaster of nasty car water drips in the garage,
And so I'm painting it in the kitchen and crap.
But now that it's done, I kinda want one. . .
not that I have an ounce of wall space in my laundry room. Plus the idea of making another "easy" one for myself sounds as fun as chewing broken glass, so there's that.
Let's be honest though:
should a laundry drying rack belong to a girl who believes that there are only two kinds of laundry:
2. everything else
And that everything gets hucked in the dryer and stays in there until it is bone dry/absolutely must be removed to make way for another load? Absolutely no regard to "hand wash" or "dry clean only"? "Stain clean"?? Pffft.
Ain't nobody got time for that.