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If I Had a Hammer... Oh Wait, I Do

A few months ago my friend introduced me to the blog Young House Love written by a do-it-yourself couple about their home improvement endeavors. I've been hooked ever since, never missing an opportunity to read about their latest project, big or small.

They have so many good ideas for reclaiming space and opening rooms up. What's better, they're not afraid to grab their tools and tear things down, build things up, or redo things themselves.

On Friday after a morning visit to my doctor, I realized that realistically this baby could come at any time. He's due at the end of the month, but they always say it could be two weeks before or after the due date. I'm in that window now.

Now it's crunch time. As much as I've tried to organize baby supplies along the hallway in order to transform the baby's room at the very second it is ready, those baby shower bags filled with clothes and supplies won't be practical to work out of should the baby arrive before the supplies have made it to their proper home.

I had to focus on what I could solve, which meant determining what the biggest issue is. We had already assembled the bassinet in our room, so the baby has a place to sleep. That means my pressing issue was where to change the baby and where to store his clothes that I could get to easily.

My husband and I bought a dresser at IKEA two months ago for just that purpose. Unfortunately it was still in its original boxes in our dining room. So on Friday after my husband left for work I decided I would tackle the dresser assembly.

If Sherry can wield tools, so can I. (That would be Sherry at Young House Love, not a misspelling of my own name.) In fact, I've always had my own tools. After taking wood shop in middle school (where I think I was the only girl who actually had fun in that class), I asked my dad for a tool kit. That Christmas he gave me a set of screwdrivers, a hammer, a level, a tape measure and some pliers wrapped in a Hickory Farms sausage box. I loved that dang kit.

But I digress. The dresser boxes were too heavy for me to carry up the stairs by myself, so I resorted to making many (many, many) trips up and down the stairs carrying a few pieces at a time.

Once everything was upstairs I sorted the pieces into groups of like items- legs, drawer faces, bottoms, rails, screws by size, dowels, etc. - then I opened the picture only instruction manual and got to work. (If you aren't familiar with IKEA, they are a Swedish company. Their manuals are all pictures to avoid translating instructions into multiple languages.)

Over the next few hours I built that dresser. All by myself, thank you very much. (See the below photo.) I set it up in our bedroom until it can be moved to its rightful place in the baby's room. But for now, it is stocked and ready to go, filled with diapers, jammies, onesies, blankets, and tiny little socks.

How about that for some DIY girl power? Oh and in case you're wondering, yes, my husband was seriously impressed that I'd tackled that project by myself. He kept repeating, "You built a dresser?!"

Yes, I did. I wonder what other trouble I can get myself into. What good is a power tool if you don't use it?


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