This funky wall cabinet gallery kind of happened by accident. And such a happy one it is!
There was this little space in between the fireplace and my blog office that wasn’t all that productive. The trunk holds firewood, but I’ve required more office storage forever. Only issue is, I didn’t want it to take much room, nor for the mess to show.
And then I went to my junker brother’s garage sale. Remember the one where he figured he’d have nothing I’d like?! The one where I brought nearly his whole sale home with me? Yes, that’s the one.
The lightest bottom cabinet is actually from my parent’s farm, so that one had HUGE deep meaning to me. The other two don’t have any memories attached, but as soon as I saw them, I knew they had to come home.
I admit, all the cabinets are in rather rough condition. My first thought was to paint them up in different colours and heavily distress them. But….
Lake wasn’t sure. He kinda digs my no colour beat up rustic wood ways and told me to hang tough, and get them on the wall first. Good call!
And he’s such a big boy now, I don’t dare cross his (ever so gentle) path!
That is a mantra of mine by the way. While most would probably have painted these before they hit the ground, I love to push the boundaries and see if I can make them work as is first. That kind of trial and error creates unexpected outcomes. You know I like that.
Aren’t they cool? They really are. Les, if you ever want them back, they are yours! Hm.. maybe. I reserve the right to change my mind me thinks. Disclaimers are safe.
How I hung them
– mark your wall studs with a pencil (see the pencil xes (sp?) above)
– screw cabinets into place with one screw
– tilt until they are level
– add more screws, including extras where the studs are
– I made this up. I hope I did it right…
– they haven’t fallen down yet… yay!
I KNOW Les snuck this sweet little radio on my garage sale pile. Or was it me… I don’t remember. Anyway, I’m so glad it came home with me! Isn’t it darling?
Check out that empty room! This cabinet reminds me of something I’d find on my Grandma’s wall in her spooky spider webbed basement. A little spooky it is, but at the same time, you have to look twice because there might be something really cool in it. Know what I mean?
I therefore name it Grandma’s Spooky Basement Cabinet.
And I have no idea about the rat thing but it must have meant something to Les, so it stays. You know… that unexpected quirky story attached. I need to find out that story.
This cabinet is actually a little crate with handles. The shelves were already in place so I moved right in. Sort of… it’s still empty too! I asked my brother what his intentions had been for it and he had wanted to mount it to the wall in his garage.
So I’m naming it, Les’ Old Relic Garage Cabinet.
Please do not ask me why I’m naming the cabinets. It’s past my bedtime… maybe that’s why.
But the NEXT one that came from my farm is the love of my life… wait till you see the inside as it was.
OOOOO EEEEEEE Tell me that isn’t the most awesome crazy green you ever did see! And backed with black. My camera lenses, iPad, Funky Junk business cards and SD camera cards are so very happy in their new digs!
I have to name this The Hopedale Farm Cabinet because that’s what our farm was called. Hopedale.
Tell me that isn’t the prettiest dang thing you ever did see!
Thing is, my cats love to climb all over the wall unit where my computer is and they’ve been knocking a few things down. Now my lenses are nicely tucked away safe and sound. Cat Proof Camera Lens Cabinet… hmmm… maybe.
These old books came from a garage sale I haven’t even blogged about yet. Soon! Promise.
The funky wall cabinet gallery (with names) is perfect for this area. PERFECT. And looks rather cool if I do say so myself.
As for paint… I’m officially undecided. I rather liked the stripped look so I may strip the crate as well so they’re all different wood tones. Maybe… or maybe just paint the crate…
Or maybe they are just fine the way they are. Their personalities may change if they were painted and then I’d have to rename them. Identity crisis! So… not sure.
To paint or not to paint? What’s your take?