think inside the window box

Guilty as charged. I have a LOT of fabric. Much of it comes in small, irregular shapes and as much as I’d love to stack it in a plethora of pristine piles of impeccable perfection, this is not an option. But, I like to look at it, so dresser drawers and barrels, baskets and grain silos are out. Well, not only do I like to look at it, plaids, polka dots, stripes, flannels, linens, corduroys and canvas. Oh my. Vinyl, brocade, tattersall, gingham, ticking, madras. Jeepers, I love textiles. But when I need THAT fabric I need it NOW.

So I invented a Window Fabric Box. Everyone from Wal-mart to Bed and Beyond (thereโ€™s an en suite bath in between there, correct?) to Ikea have storage boxes for all the Stuff We Need. But I wanted one where the contents and I could be friends and see each other frequently.

Window in front so I can see what’s inside.

Now, don’t judge me on the colors. Waaaaay back in caveman times, I decided that my Sewing Room Theme Colors were the blue and red that came with a recycled bedspread that I’d bought at a thrift sale. It looked like this.

Yes, I made a little sewing kit from a cigar box and lined a basket. Must have been the early 80’s. 1980’s, that is.

So, when I found this electric blue corduroy that pretty much matched, I paired it up with some of the red canvas that’s been languishing and made a box.

Why is the lining separated from the exterior? Because if I want the box to be more rigid, I can insert cardboard or plastic canvas. As it is, the contents of the box makes it stand up just fine for my needs. This would work great for yarn, craft supplies or think of your sweaters nestled cozily together in neatly stacked sublimity. HA. Probably not on my watch.

So, the next box was a bit bigger and I used a really stiff navy canvas along with the ubiquitous red.

This one is 15×15″ as opposed to the above, which is 13×13. Doesn’t seem like much, but it makes quite a difference.

Quick instructions: (Because I have a bad memory.) This blog is for me, after all, and if you’re reading it, it’s probably by mistake. Like the Apocolypse has already happened and the only server left running is the one on which this useless blog is hosted.)

  1. Cut 4 exteriors and 4 linings at 16″ square. 3 are the sides and 1 is the bottom
  2. Cut 1 vinyl 16″ square
  3. Sew the 3 sides of the lining together. Likewise the 3 exteriors. This will be 2 seams from top to bottom. (Since they’re square, this only makes a difference if the fabric is directional, like corduroy or stripes.)
  4. Hem the tops of each, Best to do this while you have the machine threaded with the correct thread color. ๐Ÿ™‚ Like right after you sew the side seams. Press seams open.
  5. Wrong sides together, sew the exterior to the lining along the seams. Remember WRONG sides together. If you’re a perfectionist, make the bobbin thread match the bottom fabric and the top, the exterior. You’re stitching in the “ditch” of the former seam.
  6. Right sides together, sew the vinyl to the front of both together. This seam allowance will show. If you don’t like this, you could cover it with bias tape or go to the trouble of making a French seam. (Not for my sewing room. ๐Ÿ™‚
  7. Do the dreaded box thing. Pin the two box bottoms, lining + exterior, to the bottom of the box matching the corners. Clip the corner seams a bit to make the square bottom go around the corners. I use a walking foot when sewing vinyl and be sure the vinyl is the top fabric. NOTE: I find round containers easier to sew, but fabric typically doesn’t fold into rounds. If this is for yarn storage, though. . . )
  8. Turn right-side out and pop out the corners.
  9. Done. Again you could bias-tape the raw edges that show in the bottom of the box when it’s empty. Which it never is. Speaking of which, these are collapsible for when you don’t have so much Stuff.
Here’s the difference. Before I made the Window Boxes, the fabric on the upper shelf looked fally downy just like the stuff on the lower shelf. I’ll still need to take the boxes down and dig through them, but hopefully this will keep me from losing my mind. Whoops. Too late.

BTW. The clear vinyl came from somewhere and I’ve been looking for a use for it. (Somewhere is a euphemism for a second-hand store.) I have a bunch of it and had been thinking of making a wall-storage deal for supplies. I still have plenty left for something like that.

fair faucet*

Most projects result in that domino thing and this was no exception. Dominoes: one project requires you to first do another and that one requires another, etc etc.

The dishwasher (yes. I wanted a dishwasher because I use a lot of dishes and like to hide them when they’re dirty. A dishwasher is good camouflage for spaghetti-stained plates and mungy coffee cups.) required a new countertop. Libby’s was due for a new kitchen counter anyway. That was in The Plan way back when I first put in the kitchen. I left a 24″ space at the end of the lower cabinets so I could move them down and fit a dw next to the sink. The New Faucet, however, was not in the plan. I really liked the little faucet that lived there for the past 20 years.

There it was, serving its purpose and being cheap and plastic for, you know, years. But, when the dishwasher and counter were installed (I didn’t attempt this. Bruce did it and he did a great job.) it lost its flux capacitor. When he reinstalled it after the new counter, it began with a bit of stiffness which led to more aches and pains, then a lot of stiffness to the point where I needed two hands to turn it on, which kind of renders the single handle idea moot. I dissembled it and thought I’d get a new cartridge. Up North has many attributes, but convenience isn’t among them. It’s about 30 miles to the nearest Menards, where I could even hope to find a cartridge for a Very Old Inexpensive Off-Brand Faucet, so I bought a new one. Faucet. Not cartridge.

So here it is all shiny and new and I guess I can part with the old one now that this one is installed and working. And so fashionably matching the old stainless steel sink.

*If you didn’t live through Charlie’s Angels, you won’t get the reference. Is there anything NOT on Wikipedia? I mean, who sat down and wrote an in-depth article about a tv show from the 70’s?

your private suite awaits

Sofa bed #2 got itself done today, thanks to the weather (no rain) and many other lucky charms, luck which apparently didn’t extend to either the kitchen faucet or my trusty laptop. So after a fruserating morning squeezed under the kitchen sink with my back arched awkwardly over the cabinet base, my patience reached its limit and I and went outside to wrap up the project that’s been languishing out there. The good thing about this project is that there are no persistent leaks or nuts that won’t tighten, just boards to be sawn and screwed together. I got the bottom portion done yesterday.

So I put on the casters and flipped it over. Then I made the backrest.

Aaaaaannnddd, prepare to be amazed! Finished product in the Shower House / Craic House / BunkHouse.

Cozy up to sleep, read, or enjoy a bit of craic. Once I get the whole space spruced, I’ll show off the rest of it. Fit for a king. Or maybe just a Jackpine Savage.

my bed-brained idea

I love things — furniture, gadgets, utensils — that are able to serve more than one purpose. Topping that list is furniture. It’s a sofa AND a bed. A sofabed. Genius. Wish I’d thought of it. (even though it was probably invented sometime in the 1850’s, I’m sure) So when I came across plans on a website called, I ciphered and outlined and thinked and reconfigured the design around in circles until I came up with the thing I wanted. Don’t laugh. It looks like this:

Tricked out with cushions and pillows, it’s much more comfortable.

I’ve always wanted a sofa-type thing in the bunkhouse, and got by for years with a fally aparty futon. I never liked that futon (I hope it found a good home after I donated it to wherever). What I wanted was a way to offer guests a couple of beds for singles or a double for couples. Most sofabeds come in Size Queen — and the bunkhouse has no business entertaining royalty, the building being classed size Gnome or littler.

The backrest is not attached so it lifts out to add more room for cozy sleeping. Here I have it tucked against the wall. Looks like a fence, I know. Don’t Fence Me In.

So that’s one single bed. The other is under construction. Don’t hire me. I’m slow. (And very bad.) But not idle. Between making the two beds, I’ve installed the water line for the ice maker in the new fridge, took a long boat ride, fixed the lawnmower so I could mow the lawn, planted the garden, created a new garden where we dug up the spot for the new deck steps last summer, went to the Spooner Garden Club plant sale to sell raffle tickets for FISH, replaced the pump head on the presser washer so I could pressure wash the deck, cleaned the tool shed, put up the canopy, took down the canopy in a blizzard, put the canopy back up, spent a weekend in Duluth to see Connor Scaro play music (he is incredible!), helped my friend, Jim Bishop, create a PowerPoint presentation, confirmed Internet service at the Trego Town Hall, and watched seven Cubs games. (Silly me. I end every day and week saying “I didn’t get anything done.” Even though I know Cubs games don’t count.)

I’m building the second bed down near the bunkhouse because they are Very Heavy. Several friends have randomly stopped by — a couple of them skilled carpenters — and politely asked why I opted for treated lumber. Because. Remember my first sentence in this post? I like things to be multi-purpose. If I ever decide I want to use these as benches on the deck or around the campfire, then we’re all set! Never mind that we need a football team to move them. They’re MULTI-PURPOSE.

Casters help.

homeless shelter

Someone has taken up residence in the outdoor shower.

They really are robins egg blue. I wonder if she’d mind if I borrowed an egg to match paint at the hardware store.

“still” in business

There’s always been an interesting array of taverns Up North. I suspect this might be because their scarcity requires that establishments wear several hats (would that be roofs?) from coffee shop to restaurant to conference room. Indeed, I’ve attended many a council around the tables of lounges, lodges and saloons.

So I was delighted to hear that the old Bass Lake Inn had been revamped and reopened (as in not closed down like many others) as The Still.

Big open garage door makes it nice and light inside.

Mirth Defined

I recently met a young person with the cutest lisp (I secretly wish we wouldn’t “correct” all the differences out of humans). When I asked her name, she told me it was Kathy, spelled Kassie.