Operation "Spice Shelves", officially successful. Over and out.

(previously, on "Tidbits from the Tremaynes")


I don't know man. . . should I really put spice shelves into the wall??
Like, INTO the wall?
Yes?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

Too late now, sucka.

"OH CRAP there's wiring in this wall!"

"Don't worry, it's only phone wire. Those only sorta shock you. No biggie."

I am so not serious.

And now. . .the continuation. . .

So, I lived with two large holes in my wall for the space of 24 hours, aprés which I received a text:

"Present for you in the gay-rage. Merry Christmas."

Except my dad doesn't call my gay-rage the "gay-rage", only I do. But the rest is true. I went to investigate my present:

And here they are. Custom shelves to fit perfectly (ahem, after cutting more drywall away, and then some more, and a little teeny bit more, wedging the phone wire back further, and hammering in here and there) into the wall.

Aren't they fabulous? The backing was some old v-groove paneling I had laying around, left over from this project:


And here those awesome shelves are in the wall:

I'm liking this already, man! Added some nails from the handy dandy nail gun to keep these in place, and began adding my trim.

Now, clearly I would be trimming around and between the boxes to clean up "the look". The Daddy-o said:

"You need some small-ish fluting."

And so he made me some:

Isn't that fabulous? I don't even want to think about how many pass-throughs with the saw it took to make that. I'd have wet my pants by the end.

So I added my custom pieces of fluting, and a choice piece of molding across the top, as seen in Exhibit A:


And then came the piece de resistance:

the shelf.
This shelf has rounded edges since my kids like to bang their heads on anything that protrudes. The corners are also extra rounded for minimal noggin damage. And someone, who-must-not-be-named, had their pants on fire and couldn't wait to start putting spices in, even when it wasn't painted.

It showboats fabulous dentil molding, made, again, by the Daddy-o,

as well as my favorite trim. Which is now all over my house.

(Like here)

(and here)

(and here)

(and 5 billion other places).

But I digress.

After a thousand-hundred coats of paint, this bad boy is done.

And holy crap balls. I totally love it.

And you know what? The hubs came home from a business trip with no prior knowledge to this little projét, walked past, and said, and I quote:

"I really like this."




SCORE.