It was quite painful to look at. I still shudder. Not only that, but it became difficult to work on projects because every time I would have to unpack the space (read: wrestle with balancing everything perfectly just to grab something out of the bottom box while not wanting to actually take everything off above it), then when I was done or we needed to use the spare bedroom for guests, everything had to be put back together. Needless to say, I think David was getting tired of me always jeopardizing the dining room table, the spare bedroom, and wherever else my craft circle of chaos touched.
Thankfully, when we were back in Nebraska for Christmas, we stumbled upon the perfect desk for me in Michael's. With it being 40% off, I had to get it. If not for my sake, then definitely for the sake of David's sanity.
Of course, after seeing this we made Seth (David and Rachel's younger brother) carry it by himself.
We packed it up, along with our other Christmas loot and when we got back to Minnesota, the first thing I wanted to do was get that desk together so I could finally feel organized. Naturally a few days passed, but eventually we did open the box and got it put together in one night.
Screws and pieces of wood all over. A mess was made, in hopes of eventual organization.
I'm thankful my husband is so savvy with tools and follows directions well.
And when we needed to switch the direction of the top, he drilled new holes so it fit like a charm.
While I (slowly) screwed together the drawers.
But in the end, it was all worth it because, drum roll please....
I finally had my space organized! Everything is now readily accessible without all sorts of juggling or strife (and David has his sanity once again... last I checked).