Scrapbooking Mishaps.

by Lain Ehmann on September 5, 2010

Note: This month, I’m running a few “classic” posts from my oldoldold scrapbooking blog. If you read it the first time around in 1996, you’ve probably forgotten it by now. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s still a good one! Enjoy!

If you were to come over to my house to scrap, you’d be very disappointed. Yes, I have a huge stash of rub-ons, papers, and buttons to play with, but in order to use them you’d have to sit outside under our redwood trees to actually spread out your stuff. My scrapbook “room” is merely a small closet. How small, you ask? Well, the woman of the house who lived her before we did used this space to store her handbags. Does that give you an idea?

Anyway, I’m always looking for ways to optimize my space. I purge and sort, buy Rubbermaid bins and shelves from Target, and try to cram as much stuff into that small square footage as possible.

My latest attempt — I bought three lovely wall-mount baskets to hang on — guess where? — my wall! Actually, all the wall space is pretty much covered, so I figured I’d put them on the back of my door, maximizing the wall space. So being the handy d-i-y’er that I am, I grabbed my trusty hammer, a handful of nails, and started hammering. Here’s the result:

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Don’t they look cute?? I hung two and then sat there, sorting items to move into these new spaces, trying to decide if I should hang the third basket below the first two even though it’s pretty low, when all of the sudden a knock comes on the closet door…

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“I’m hanging baskets on my door.”

“Did you know that there are nails coming through this side?”

“WHAT?” I opened the door to see the reverse side:

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No, that isn’t a picture of Madonna’s latest bustier. That’s the hallway side of my scrap “room” door.

Insert expletive here.

What would you do? Rip them down? Ignore them? Try to think of a plausible explanation for your spouse that involves large spiders crawling on the wall and you threw a handful of nails at them and the nails just happened to become embedded in the door??

Well, I don’t know about you, but I did the only logical thing I could think of.

I went ahead and hung the third basket.

And darn, but they look good.

P.S. If you’ve ever done anything like this, please tell me. And if you haven’t? Well, then, I just don’t want to know.

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