I should've quit while I was ahead.
A couple weeks ago everyone thought I was super-cool and Bob Vila-ish because I made my garden boxes. Which is 4 pieces of wood, screwed together at the ends. To make, you know, a box. Oh, and on one of them I attached an old window with hinges to make a cold frame for the garden.
I got a false sense of confidence, maybe I am handy! Maybe I am capable!
I am not.
For the past couple days, I've been trying to put shelves up in our bedroom closet. Our rooms are so small that there is, honestly, NO ROOM for a dresser in either bedroom. In the girls' room, we put up wire shelves, works beautifully. (We = Joey O and Michael).
So we went to Menards today to pick up some pre-made shelves and brackets. My attempt a few days ago to cut out a shelf from wood in the garage. FAIL, big time. So tonight I hole up in the damn closet. I have the stud finder, mark the center of the 2 studs that I plan to mount the brackets on, and get ready to roll.
First bracket - drill the pilot hole, get everything place, screw it onto the wall, it's in the stud, I feel like a stud, SUCCESS! Piece of cake!
Second bracket - MOTHER EFF! Stud finder did me wrong. Let's try here...Nope. Okay, here...Nope..okay, I think this is it, must be it, sounds different when you knock on it, let's go for it. Start to make the hole, and....WTF?? IS THIS STUD MADE OUT OF CEMENT!?!?! MOTHER EFF, I say! Mother eff indeed!
So I just walked away for now. Irritated and definitely put in my place about my fake handy-ness. I realize now that 4 pieces of wood in box form is the extent of my capabilities.
Though I am determmined to get this fricking shelf up. I hate living out of clothesbaskets. It's so so so pathetic.