We’re taking a break from our regularly-scheduled Blitz programming for this special report:
This is Linnea James VanderHorck. She was born September 29th, which means I finished her room one full week ahead of schedule. And by “finished” I mean “got the essential parts done,” which basically means there are floors and walls and they are painted, plus there’s a crib. There’s still no closet door, of course, not to mention the fact that every single other detail needs to be finished, like light fixtures and decor and some type of surface to put a changing pad on.
This dresser would make a nice surface.
This is actually Rowan’s dresser. I drew this up 2 years ago, thinking I’d write up the plans and post them here for you. But then a lot of things happened, not the least of which was discovering that kids really eat into your home-improvement time. (That’s foreshadowing, guys. Fair warning.) And for the past two years, Rowan’s “dresser” has been that big ugly buffet that I just had to have like, four and a half years ago, but have yet to refurbish.
As a dresser, the big ugly buffet is pretty useless. It has drawers, but you have to open a pair of doors in order to pull them out. Ain’t nobody got time for a two-step drawer-opening process (three-step? Does each door count as an individual step?). The only thing it’s ever been used for is a surface to put a changing pad on.
So it would work pretty well in Linnea’s room. Especially since she’s got that neatly-organized, open-concept closet.
Of course, if I don’t have time for a two (three?)-step drawer-opening process, I certainly don’t have time to build a dresser.
Which is what I told my dad back in August.
And he was like, “You want me to build it?”
And I was like, “But I don’t have plans.”
And he was like, “Send me what you have, and I’ll figure it out.”
So I sent him what I had, which was a 16-step plan with only 13 pictures, and which included such gems as “Step 13: Make the legs,” with no instruction on how to do so, and “Step 16: Anything I missed.”
And about a month later, my mom texted me this photo:
And I was like, “Oh. Em. Gee.” Because it looks EXACTLY like what I pictured in my head. Well, an unfinished version of that, anyway. And I designed that. It came from my own brain. I don’t have the skills to build it myself, but still, I haven’t been this proud of a project since the Microphone Chandelier.
My dad is the best.
Eventually I went into labor, and I texted my mom and was like, “I’m going to the hospital. Don’t forget to bring the dresser when you come!”
I still have to finish it, of course, before I can move it into Rowan’s room where it belongs. But in the mean time, it makes a pretty sweet surface to put a changing pad on.