My grown children still laugh and roll their eyes when they hear me say it. The first time I said it was when I fell in love with an antique quilt and couldn't afford to buy one. I was 33 years old. All by hand: no rotary cutters, no special quilt rulers, and no pattern books except one.
The most recent "I can do that (maybe)" was this past week. I don't have a "before" picture of the hall closet, but if you remember Fibber McGee, you can imagine what it looked like. Even I couldn't stand it. I had bought a seven hook gizmo at the Container Store to put on the wall for hanging mops and brooms and things like that.
But Phil is away (and anyway, he claims to be a software guy, not a hardware guy) and trying to find a handyman who will show up is like trying to get to Mars on a bicycle. Hence, the "I can do that." But - oops - it came with long screws, anchors for drywall, and it needed an electric drill. Scary. But after I watched 17,000 Youtube videos of "electric drills for dummies," I headed to Home Depot to buy a small portable drill.
I won't bore you with the details, but it took me all day to get the thing up on the wall. Considering that it was my first time, I feel pretty good about it. Exhausted, but good. Perhaps I should hang them in color order - but that's another decision for another day. LOL
The original idea for a handyman was to use this coat closet (where there is no need for coats) as an adjunct pantry because my kitchen pantry is teensy. At some point, when I have nothing better to do, I may try putting up shelves. But in the meantime, at least I have a temporary solution and can see the floor. The little rolling cart was meant for the studio but I decided this was a better use.
By the time I finished with all of THAT, I collapsed on the porch with the usual suspects (yes, I made the hummus from scratch - as always) and am writing this post.
I have taken a studio break for the weekend, but back to work tomorrow. In the meantime, here is what I did on Friday. The easy part of the quilting is done. Now for the blank slate...