Take that, Sweden!
Victory is mine! The hardware store has been visited, and the Norse Nemesis Utby has been neutralized.
Additional tools needed:
I was going to pretend that the picture of a perfectly-normal screwdriver on the instructions meant awl instead, in order for me to justify my purchase of a rather outdated type of tool, but I needed a hammer, and there's nothing on the pictogram that looks like hammer. Then I had to turn my actual screwdriver into a frankenscrewdriver by attaching a monkey wrench so the whole thing was just fubar. The first six screws were easy, the next eight... were not. So in reality I probably should've gotten an electric drill and just done it the easy way, but who does that?
So, an hour of hammering and measuring and glaring at inanimate objects and performance art involving the misuse of hand tools later... I am done. And now...
I have a functional kitchen space! (This is probably the last time it will be shiny and not covered in flour.) And it's going to be awesome once I get my bar stools. I don't have to bend over to cut things up, it takes up less space, and the chairs that will eventually sit at it will spin. I don't care that I'm not ten anymore, that's cool, okay?
But man, I need a new camera. All the lights are on, it's sunny out, and there apparently still isn't enough light for the pictures not to be blurry. Sigh.
P.S. I feel the need to add that the rest of my spices are next to the stove. Those are just my baking spices. Just in case someone thinks I'm some kind of seasoning Spartan or something...
Additional tools needed:
I was going to pretend that the picture of a perfectly-normal screwdriver on the instructions meant awl instead, in order for me to justify my purchase of a rather outdated type of tool, but I needed a hammer, and there's nothing on the pictogram that looks like hammer. Then I had to turn my actual screwdriver into a frankenscrewdriver by attaching a monkey wrench so the whole thing was just fubar. The first six screws were easy, the next eight... were not. So in reality I probably should've gotten an electric drill and just done it the easy way, but who does that?
So, an hour of hammering and measuring and glaring at inanimate objects and performance art involving the misuse of hand tools later... I am done. And now...
I have a functional kitchen space! (This is probably the last time it will be shiny and not covered in flour.) And it's going to be awesome once I get my bar stools. I don't have to bend over to cut things up, it takes up less space, and the chairs that will eventually sit at it will spin. I don't care that I'm not ten anymore, that's cool, okay?
But man, I need a new camera. All the lights are on, it's sunny out, and there apparently still isn't enough light for the pictures not to be blurry. Sigh.
P.S. I feel the need to add that the rest of my spices are next to the stove. Those are just my baking spices. Just in case someone thinks I'm some kind of seasoning Spartan or something...