There comes a time in every artist’s life when she says “Enough of this craft shit! I WANT POWER TOOLS!”
…eh, maybe it’s just me.
The Stoffice corner workspace is awesome, it is sexy, it is fantastic—but it’s too small. Given my tendency to fill any available workspace, pretty much anything would probably be too small, but this was really rather cramped. And there was a gap where I could fit another cabinet. And I thought about going to Michaels for another white-MDF organizer thing, but then Kevin would have spent five hours trying to insert Tab QQ into Slots F and U, and damnit, I wanted something else…something hardcore.
The little tags inform me that it will hold up to 2000 lbs. This will undoubtedly be useful if I ever decide to start that anvil collection. And it has lots of drawers and a useful work surface and a power strip on the side, and I am happy, even though it was expensive as hell, because I rather suspect that I will still be hauling this sucker around when all that MDF has crumbled into dust. (And are there any sweeter words in the English language than “business expense”?)
This is also another point in the “Clearly This Is A Long-Term Relationship” column, as there is no possible way I can move this myself, and Kevin about killed himself moving it. Getting it up the steps very nearly killed us both, and we didn’t dare put the wheels on because if it got away from us on the stairs, it would have smooshed whoever was on the bottom, namely me, into a fine red paste.
This was not the coolest tool organizer, though. It was what I could afford and what I could justify and what I could fit. But there was this OTHER thing…
Built-in stereo. Built-in mini-fridge. iPod hook-up. Speakers. Power strip on each side. It was massive. It was taller than I am. Broad, shallow drawers. Dozens of ’em. It was beautiful. I may have dry-humped it a little. (It was also in the two-thousand-dollar range, so, uh, no. BUT I CAN DREAM!)
I even have the perfect spot for it, I am looking at that spot RIGHT NOW, but the wire rack that holds most of my originals is currently in there, so I have to wait until Kevin’s oldest goes to college or joins the Peace Corps or whatever and we get to turn it into a spare bedroom, and by then I will hopefully be able to justify the expense. Then I will move the rack into the spare room and that monster will be mine.
But until then, this one makes me very happy.
*Uber-geek points to anyone who catches that reference…