I bought 48 inch wide shelves. The 36 inch wide shelves were out of stock.
"I need them today. I will take those." I truly thought that I had enough room along the end wall for a 48 inch shelf.
"Honey, look, do you think this will be a problem?" I asked the DH about the overhang of the shelves into the door opening.
So I had to make room along the OTHER wall for the 48 inch shelf and move the 36 inch shelf to the end wall. I also had to move a White Treadle stand, the three machines sitting on top of it and some other hidden treasures to make enough room. I am amazed that there is no more room on the shelves. I thought I would have an abundance of left over shelf space. Not so.
I know that the bench still looks messy. I had had enough by this time. At least there is only one machine on the bench.
Look where I put the cobbler machine. It is one heavy sucker. You should have seen me using my chest to heave it up to its position on that little white book shelf. Good thing I don't have implants.
Folks, what is it about these machines that make us do this ridiculous stuff? I handled almost every machine in this shop at least twice over the past three days. How crazy is that?
You may ask what I intend to do with all that wall space. That, my friends is a secret.