Sadly, my house guests left yesterday.
Happily, we finished a project together while they were here, so I'll remember the visit often.
I went for a bike ride one morning during their visit and saw this perfectly good drying rack old crib at the curb waiting for big-junk pick-up (I love big-junk pick-up week).
My Seester-in-Love and I went back later with her van and picked up the piece we needed.
I had a long hinge in the garage, salvaged from a previous re-purpose.
We purchased some security wire and crimps and we got down to business.
Our new lay-flat-or-hang-to-dry drying rack is now installed on the previously big blank laundry room wall.
It latches to the wall with a simple cabinet door catch.
When it is open, it hangs from security wire attached at the wall and the bottom of the top rail.
Yes, I painted the wires to make them 'disappear' when the rack is closed (I have a mild-to-moderate case of OCD, which I prefer to call "Visual Sensitivity").
When we finished hanging this, I immediately had a tremendous urge to do a load of hand-wash or delicate laundry.
Thankfully, it passed, so I just staged this for you, Dear Readers.
But, hey, I'm prepared for next time.
And, speaking of next time, I'll be back to show you the reason I was tuned in to see this old crib at the curb in the first place.
See, I have one of my own, so wrapped up in sweet memories that I couldn't bear to part with it.
It is currently being repurposed, as well.
Every single piece of it.
Here's a sneak preview:
I have a mild-to-moderate case of excitement about this.
Actually, that's not entirely true.
If you know me, you know I'm rarely mild-to-moderate about anything in my whole, entire, complete life on earth in the whole wide world.
Go big or go home.