Sunday, November 6, 2016

Repurposing a Cupboard Door

A couple of weeks ago I got home from the office after a particularly stressful day amid a particularly stressful week/month/year. The weather was nice so I decided I would winterize my home.

I say "winterize" because that's a word I've heard other grownups use. I have no idea what it actually means or what one is supposed to do to complete the task. All I know is that each fall I wander my yard pretending to do stuff while The Perfects are outside in hopes that they'll call some instructions over to me.

On this particular evening, I decided I would go ahead and turn off the water to my sprinklers and do some other sprinkler-related stuff my brother-in-law told me to do once. He didn't explain why any of these particular actions were important. I think this is so he can maintain all the power in the family. It's a job security issue.

Naturally turning off the sprinkler water led to cleaning my entire garage and replacing 12 light bulbs before determining that the light fixtures themselves were the problem.

Amid the if-you-give-a-mouse-a-cookie cleaning spree, I uncovered an old cabinet door.

From time to time I find freaky ghetto old stuff in my house that I swear was not there when I bought the place two years ago. For example, a few months ago I found this box in my house:

I don't know what it is or how it suddenly appeared but I'm convinced it's 1,200 years old and is probably possessed by the evil spirits of the great mountain west. Also, I plan to take it to the Antiques Roadshow next year. I already have my outdated sweater picked out.

I'm pretty sure Satan will eat me if I try to destroy any of these uncovered items, so usually when I find them I just repurpose them and incorporate them into my home's decor.

So that's what I decided to do with the cabinet door. I took it inside, cleaned it up, and then texted a picture of it to Matt, demanding instruction on what to do with this thing.

Matt was extremely unhelpful in my moment of need, telling me that he had his own crisis to deal with. Some new problem at Broome Bungalow that sounded like something I didn't wanted to get involved in, so I pretended not to understand his southern accent and hung up on him, which is a tactic that probably doesn't have much of a shelf life left.

So then I stood there in my kitchen, tired and stressed out from work, and completely without help from creative people. And I said to myself I said "Eli, you are a competent human being. Your hair is amazing. You can say the ABCs backwards. And you are capable of being Pinterest without no help from nobody."

I basically channeled my inner Tami.

And so that's what I did. I drove myself to Home Depot. I spent an absurd amount of time walking up and down the aisles. I found basically what I needed. I drove myself home. I used power tools. And after 1 hour and 23 minutes, I had created this:

And you know what, I hang my coats aaaaaaaallll over that thing.

So next time you need a really manly man who uses power tools to make your house look like Pinterest, come find me.

Also, I would just like to give a shoutout to hoarding. Usually when I buy some new thing that I have to put together I end up with 20 unused pieces because hashtag bad at following directions. I'm afraid of throwing these things away so I have an entire drawer in my house full of screws and odds and ends that belong to various projects. Well, as it turned out, the screws that came with the hardware I purchased for this project were too long so I dug out the exact right number of the exact right screws from the hoarder drawer and all I'm saying is NEVER THROW ANYTHING AWAY NO MATTER WHAT.

Also, please enjoy this week's Strangerville Short, featuring some stories about couchsurfing:

~It Just Gets Stranger


  1. Someday when my children realize how wise I am, and they demand to know the source of my power, I will acknowledge that every useful thing I know I learned from my stranger friend Eli.

  2. Um, I have a hoarding problem and it has turned me into one of those people who has a garage filled with useless junk instead of actually parking your car in there. Because I might need that ridiculously large work table and that ridiculously tiny writing desk, and two repainted antique school desks, and a midcentury kitchenette table, and an ugly midcentury eames knockoff chair, and an old faux brass single bedstead, and old weather fence boards, and shabby looking wreaths for various holidays, and eleventy million plastic buckets and cardboard boxes, and those boxes of Christmas decorations that I forget to put up, and the camping equipment that I never use any more, and 2 old MDF homemade book shelves that are falling apart, and a weird old rolling 2 drawer filing cabinet, and the firepit for the yard I don't have, and the summer porch furniture, and the coolers, and the folding chairs, and the freezer, and the gardening crap, and scads of other things that I cannot force myself to give away or throw out because WHAT IF I FIND A USE FOR THAT!?!? Geez, I need help.

  3. Long time reader here. I love your blog and your hair and your new coat rack is amazing. Seriously amazing. But I have to ask (because my husband is an electrician) why is that an outlet under the coat rack and not a light switch? (I might also be a little OCD) :)

    1. It is such a good question. And one I can't answer. It is not an outlet I've used often.

    2. You can dangle your phone there and charge it!

  4. I love this. It makes me want to go dig around in my attic for some new project.

    1. Agreed! I have to constantly cool my jets when I see projects like these, since I have 1 project that I still haven't finished and another that I need/want to redo.

  5. I love what you did. Another fun option would have been to make it into a chalk board for the kitchen. You could write grocery lists or notes to people on it. But the coat rack is awesome.