I have bitten off more than I can chew...again!
After being inspired by some great decorating blogs, I decided to take action on something that has been on my "to do" list forever.
I was staring at the built in wine cabinet in my kitchen. I have always been bothered by this area because although we may have a glass of wine every now and then, the rare bottle of wine that passes through our doors certainly shouldn't require a special section of our kitchen to accommodate it! I have way too many things in my kitchen to maintain a whole section of upper cabinets for an occasional single bottle of wine...ya know?
Now, before you become overwhelmed by the ugliness of the fake greenery above the wine rack area...don't worry, it has already been taken down. It was just one of those things that I had seen for so long, that I had quit seeing it...it happens to the best of us, right?
Well, although I had looked this area over sooo many times in the 6 years that we have lived here, I suddenly decided that the time had come to take action. I grabbed a hammer, and a towel, to soften the blows, and started whacking away! At first, I didn't make much progress, but eventually, that front panel of the wine rack finally gave up, and died.
UNFORTUNATELY...I discovered that the back panel, which also has all of those wine holes in it, is about 4 times thicker than the front one, and I don't think that whacking it with the hammer is going to do the job. I think we're talking power tools here, and that is not my (or my hubby's) department!
So I end up with a slightly different, but clearly worse, wine cabinet issue than I started with.
I think this means that I am going to have to call for back up...which means $$$, which means that finishing up this baby might have to take a back seat to some other, more pressing priorities at the moment!
I told Corey that I had gotten sucked into yet another "start it yourself" project!
He hates when I do that.
Oh, how I had wanted to put a couple of baskets on that shelf to hold my many useful, necessary things...and maybe a framed picture, some other nice little somethin, somethin's, but, it appears that this is not the time.
I have a feeling that I'm not going to be able to start making much use of that space until Mr. Handyman comes around, and when that will be...not so sure.
So, I guess our three bottles of sparkling grape juice can reclaim thier home of 6 years for the time being.
On to other projects..
Writing the Waves,