Home Improvement for Short People
This Sunday we put up shelves in the Raisinhater kitchen. See…
This may not seem like a big deal, but hoo boy it was. First of all, I am not so handy. I am decent, but no Bob Vila. J. Raisinhater, my devoted husband, is REALLY not so handy. At all. When we moved in together he had no idea what I kept in that little red metal box, and was astounded to find that I owned tools. On Sunday morning, before we even drilled a single hole in the wall, he was ready to call our building maintenance crew and beg or bribe them to come up to our apartment and do it for us. I explained that this would make us the building laughingstock for just about the next ten years. Still I had to pry the phone from his white knuckles while threatening him with the tool he soon learned was called a “hammer.”
After much sweating and measuring and sticking of tape and drilling of erroneous holes into some kind of major building support beam type thing, the shelves went up. The kitchen is 100% bigger. I now no longer have to remove 18 pots and pans from the oven and store them on the bed whenever I want to roast something. The stovetop is no longer littered with homeless cooking apparatus.
The only catch – no one over 5’7” can ever enter our kitchen.
Here's the photo I took with my hands on top of my head.
We had to install the shelves low enough that we could reach everything without a ladder. J and I are not so tall, so the shelves are less than 6 feet from the floor. Just about eye level for the rest of my family. Welcome guys – just put on this protective helmet before you go get more ice for your drink!
This may not seem like a big deal, but hoo boy it was. First of all, I am not so handy. I am decent, but no Bob Vila. J. Raisinhater, my devoted husband, is REALLY not so handy. At all. When we moved in together he had no idea what I kept in that little red metal box, and was astounded to find that I owned tools. On Sunday morning, before we even drilled a single hole in the wall, he was ready to call our building maintenance crew and beg or bribe them to come up to our apartment and do it for us. I explained that this would make us the building laughingstock for just about the next ten years. Still I had to pry the phone from his white knuckles while threatening him with the tool he soon learned was called a “hammer.”
After much sweating and measuring and sticking of tape and drilling of erroneous holes into some kind of major building support beam type thing, the shelves went up. The kitchen is 100% bigger. I now no longer have to remove 18 pots and pans from the oven and store them on the bed whenever I want to roast something. The stovetop is no longer littered with homeless cooking apparatus.
The only catch – no one over 5’7” can ever enter our kitchen.
Here's the photo I took with my hands on top of my head.
We had to install the shelves low enough that we could reach everything without a ladder. J and I are not so tall, so the shelves are less than 6 feet from the floor. Just about eye level for the rest of my family. Welcome guys – just put on this protective helmet before you go get more ice for your drink!
posted by MeBeth at
3:28 PM
5 Comments:
Nice job!
I'm gonna bookmark this page, so every time I think I want to move to the city I will then think otherwise.
Ha! Smart move on not calling the super.
You'll have to install a yardstick-sporting, wooden cut-out character in front of the kitchen... "No one over THIS tall may enter!".
Super!
I'm with s'kat - put in one of them little reverse negative height requirement signs like the amusement parks have...
J. Raisinhater needs a tool belt! That will get him in the spirit! Maybe.
Congratulations! Awesome job!
I've been meaning to install shelves in our kitchen as well. Hasn't happened yet. Have to get someone to do it for me. I'm not as handy as you. ;-)
Paz
Mebeth, I just put up shelves like that in my room. For all the dang bags I have lyin around...
Nice going :)
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