Being a slave driver is hard work, but it pays off in the end. After several weekends of pushing my husband to his limits my cubby shelf is done!
It started out like this
Before I get to the finished product I must say that tragedy struck. Maybe I worked him to hard or maybe it was just a small accidental oversight, but this was made for the upstairs and was painted in a color to compliment our bedroom. We were trying to move it upstairs and it would not clear the stairs. Our stairwell has a little bit of ceiling above it and we just couldn’t get it past. I suppressed my urge to beat my husband for his bad calculations. I thought of all the hard work he put into it just for me and how lovely it came out, and I just couldn’t be cross with him. So it ended up downstairs (which I feel is getting a bit crowded with furniture and abandoned exercise equipment). So without further ado here it is all dolled up.
I put all my quilting and sewing books in here and little bins to hold my scrap yarn. Having this shelf downstairs has really cleaned up my sewing table and ironing board. Its great! I used to store my sock yarn in a basket that sat on my ironing board and it was always in the way. My chevron striped bins sat on my cutting mat on the table also getting in the way.
Above you see one of my little bins of sock yarn. There are only two that are full of yarn. The sadnosity of this situation should escape no one.And another gratuitous photo for good measure! My glass head finally has a proper home. I will probably utilize the lower squares as the baby gets older and I get more stuff. Thank you my dear husband for being so craft friendly, so handy, and talented to boot!