A few weeks ago, my husband Mike had spent half a Saturday helping our neighbors set up a wood play area in their backyard.
In my day, they were called swing sets but now they are fancier and can do everything from babysit your children to doing your taxes.
They had acquired it for free which is a huge deal but they needed help picking it up and assembling it, which my husband was happy to do.
In addition to giving him beer, they sent him home with a metal cart that they no longer needed and were going to throw away.
Now this you need to know; my husband is an acquirer of junk. I say this lovingly.
No, I don’t.
He will come in the garage door every week and say things like WOW LOOK AT THE NEW HOSE I FOUND ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
Or WOULD YOU LOOK AT ALL THESE PROPANE TANKS GEORGE GAVE ME!
Or THE NEW NEIGHBORS PUT A CRAPPY PLASTIC SHELVING UNIT IN THEIR GARAGE PILE. SO NOW IT’S OUR CRAPPY NEW PLASTIC SHELVING UNIT! WHAT A FIND!
He comes by it honestly, with his dad being a hoarder of all things meaningful and not.
Mike comes home from his parents with lots of crap. Because in all reality, they want to get rid of it. Or spread the insanity to me because they know that drives me crazy.
So when I walked into the garage a few weeks ago and saw the metal cart, I was startled because this is what met me:
Isn’t it a beaut?
Now, a normal reaction would be me rolling this to the curb for garbage day but I actually took to the little fella.
Yes, it is a little rough around the edges but so am I at times.
But I saw its potential.
Shelves, wheels, metal.
All things I really like in furniture.
I should feel right at ease when I am wheeled into the nursing home.
But this was the real reason I kept the metal cart; it reminded me of a coveted cart I have had my eyes on for years at IKEA.
The RASKOG Trolley.
And ugly name for a pretty piece of furniture.
But these babies were like 40 bucks and I never could justify buying it without knowing what in the hell I would put in those baskets.
So I decided I was going to turn my crappy metal cart into a thing of magic.
All of the RASKOG carts will bow down to my crappy metal cart and be in awe of it.
After a little work, of course.
And a little Ocean Mist spray paint.
My crappy little metal cart turned into something pretty amazing.
Yes it’s the same metal cart.
Even better than a RASKOG because it has shelves that are larger.
It’s a thing of beauty now.
I can’t stop looking at it.
I even Googled “IKEA name generator” so I could name my homemade RASKOG cart.
It came up with the name SVICKLACK.
Which I believe translates to “uncontrollable diarrhea” in Swedish.
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