The scrapbook storage system I've coveted
Over the years I have been doing scrapbooks, cards, and paper crafting my craft room has undergone many changes. The storage units I’ve put in have ranged from plastic bins that roll, a wire grid cubed tower, and the most recent has been a sweater storage unit I purchased from The Container Store in Denver, Colorado.
Over the years I’ve searched online for storage ideas and seen many beautiful rooms with this storage system in them. Each time I see a room outfitted with these storage cubes I become covetous and wish I had them.
My trips to Michael’s Craft Stores is not complete without a trip to the aisle that holds these much coveted cubes. I lovingly stroke the boxes and whisper “I’d love to take you home with me”. Leaving these cubes behind knowing they will go into the home of someone else is pure torture. The cost of $30 a cube – well $29.99 – is just too much for my budget since I figure I will need 10 of these cubes.
Each time I enter my craft room I look at the sweater storage units currently holding all of my papers. It is sagging from all the weight and I expect to see paper all over the place sometime. The wire grid tower I have has open holes that grab the corners of my papers and bend or tear them. I’ve purchased the plastic things, like over sized magazine holders, to protect my papers from damage. These storage things even get hung up in the wire grid holes.
On Friday evening, April 9, I was going through my papers to make a mini album for my teenage grand daughter’s birthday and got so upset because so many of the papers had torn and dog eared corners. I had had enough.
Saturday morning, April 10, I went to Michael’s Craft Store and headed for the aisle that held the much coveted storage cubes. I was going to purchase at least three of them that very day. After I had them loaded in my cart and was turning to leave the aisle, the store manager happened to see me on his way to somewhere else and told me “You might want to come back tomorrow. All of those will be half off.” WHAT!!!! HALF OFF?????
I put the cubes back on the shelf and left the store. All the way home I began planning how many of what I would purchase the next day. In my room I calculated the cubes I would need for paper storage and what I would need for stamp storage.
Sunday morning, April 11, I was in the parking lot before the store opening hour of 10:00 a.m. Just minutes before time to open I was up near the door. I wanted to be able to get these highly coveted, by me, storage cubes and finally get them home. I was not going to let anyone else get in my way and get there first.
As soon as the doors opened I was in. Grabbed a cart and off I went. About half way to my destination I wondered if I were going to need another cart? Well, if I do I can always go back for one. I wasn’t stopping for anything.
First I had to just stop and gaze at all of the cubes that lay before me on their racks. All of those beautiful storage cubes were still there. I began putting them in the cart. By the time I had the cubes I wanted the cart was groaning from the weight. One final item to go on the top and off I went to the check out area.
The whole time I worked my way through the stores obstacle course the poor cart I had groaned, squealed, and creaked. I was terrified the wheels would fall off from all the weight I had piled in there. I made it though and paid for them. Now these wonderful storage cubes were mine. All mine.
At home, around 11:00 a.m., I got them moved inside and piled on the table. I had them sorted by type and I was so ready to begin the assembly. There is a LOT of assembly required in putting these cubes together.
The first box I opened the handles fell out onto my toes and went under a chair. The next thing out was all the hardware to assemble these cubes. That bounced off my shin and skittered under the table. I picked up these errant packages and put them on my kitchen counter where the assembly would take place. I began pulling the pieces out of the box and getting them on the table top.
No instructions!!!! I could not find the assembly instructions. Panic set in. What had I just done? I have loads of boxes to put together and no instructions. After talking myself out of panic mode by telling myself “You are a smart cookie, you can figure this out” and “How many of the IKEA boxes have you put together? This should be just as easy.”
Well, the thing to do is begin sorting the wood pieces. I noticed they had stickers with letters on them. A, B, C, D, E, F, G. I began lining them up on the floor and up against my kitchen cabinets in order. The last piece of wood had the instructions stuck to it by static electricity. You know, when a sock gets stuck to a shirt when you remove your clothes from the dryer and can’t find the mate to the sock. All the while it is hiding on the shirt.
A few minutes of hopping around and shouting “Woo Hoo” ensued before I was able to get down to business. My dream of having these glorious cubes was now well on its way of becoming a reality.
All the cubes fully assembled
By 5:30 p.m. I had them all put together. My feet were sore from all the standing but I felt so good looking at what I had accomplished.
My husband called about that time to give me an update on his whereabouts and how his day was going. He asked about mine and I told him what I had been doing. He didn’t understand what I was trying to tell him so I took a picture of my completed work and sent it to him.
Later that evening when he was down for the night he called me again. He had taken time to look at the picture I sent him and he said he thought he understood it now.
He asked “How much did all of those cost?” This is not something I do. I normally go the least expensive way and make do with what I get so this was totally out of character for me.
I wanted to impress him with the bargain I got. “Yesterday, this would have been $400” was what I told him. I heard the sharp intake of breath and the silence on the phone after that. “Okay” he said kind of warily. “That was yesterday’s price. What is today’s price?” I let the silence linger for another moment. “Are you going to tell me?” he asked with a lot of concern in his voice. “$197.00 is what all that cost” I finally told him. I could hear sudden movement on his end. I liked to think I had made him sit bolt upright at that, and I again heard a sharp intake of breath.
Before he could say or ask anything else I told him all about my trip to Michael’s the day before and being told they would be half off today. I told him how long I’ve wanted these cubes and how I often go to the aisle just to look at what I can’t have. I told him of all my adventures of putting them together and the shock of fear I had at the beginning thinking there were no instructions. I also told him I had used his power tools without asking first if I might use them. They are his anyway and I should have respected that.
Monday and Tuesday were spent bringing stuff out of my craft room and putting things in the hallway and the kitchen. Finding new homes for my paper knowing they would no longer get bent and damaged. Getting my stamps stored in the drawers.
Mine, all mine!
By Tuesday evening I had everything put back in my room. I could now sit and admire these beautiful cubes with my papers and ribbons on and in them.
I spent the time grinning from ear to ear seeing this, much coveted, storage system now finally in my home. They are so beautiful. Clean lines, professional looking, and cohesive. Not some jumbled and rickety wire grid thing I’ve frowned at over the years.
Wednesday morning I came into my craft room to begin the creation of my grand daughter’s birthday present. After I spent a few minutes admiring these cubes first. Then…
Now where did I put that?