After searching locally for something in which to store double-sided markers, I wasn't able to find anything so I took to the internet and saw a PVC idea that I loved. I also had this really BIG IDEA for hubby to build a long ledge that would be attached to the biggest wall in my studio so I can use it as an easel.
Anyway, my handy dandy, wonderful hubby ventured into his shop and whipped up the marker storage and The Ledge.
Here's the marker storage.
PVC pipe nested in a wooden box.
Perfect!
Of course, this makes me
want to buy more markers!
The Ledge
(easel)
I want The Ledge to double as
support for a design wall too!
~~ OR ~~
I could use it to jump off in the
event that I'm feeling desperate!
I do find comfort in knowing
that if I don't like my current project,
this
26-inch plunge
to the floor will get my mind off it!
Oh yes! Breaking a toenail
or scratching a knee will do the job!
Of course, going head first
would really get my mind off it
But I'm
ALMOST NEVER EVER
that desperate!
All kidding aside here, I've got to say
Hubby did a great job!
He is AWESOME!
To make the easel function as a design wall, I'll cover foam core board or something of that nature with a fabric that other fabric will magically latch on to. Fleece? Flannel? Maybe leeches? I'm not exactly sure yet. Obviously, I need to explore YouTube for guidance there. I'll put the design wall up on The Ledge when I need it, and pull it off when I want to use The Ledge to paint.
I mentioned to hubby that I probably need a board behind any canvas when I paint, and he asked:
"Why?"
Hasn't he ever seen me paint?
He's seen me eat.
That should be clue enough.
I'm not going to worry about
a board for now though.
What the heck!
I'm feeling adventurous!
Like I want to live on the edge,
(not to be confused with The Ledge)
so I'll just do my paint thing,
and see what happens.
See those two dots of missing
paint on the upper right?
Never adhere a dry erase board with the sticky thingy that comes with it unless you want it there for the remainder of your life, and the life of the free world.
What an ordeal to get it off!
I tugged. I prodded. I prayed. I pried.
I perspired. I laughed. I begged. I cried.
I even yelled at it in a different language,
and I don't know a different language!
Eventually, with one foot on the wall, and the end of a screw driver behind it,
I squinted my eyes,
gritted my teeth,
threatened to send it to the dump,
and it flew right off.
It left behind those two ugly souvenirs. I'm surprised it didn't suck a BIG hole through the wall, and me with it!
Now there's a mental image to start your day.
Have a fantastic one!
Tootles My Friends,
D~~~~