Shelf for Danielle

My sister Danielle is a hair stylist.

She also beat cancer.

She's kind of amazing.

She was married recently and that post is here.

For work she rents a two-person suite with her friend. A girl she thought was a good friend. Danielle was a bridesmaid in her wedding.

And her friend was stealing her hair color. Danielle came back to work after her last surgery to everything moved around, so it was pretty obvious. I don't know who steals from a friend, but even worse, stealing from someone with cancer who wasn't getting paid when she wasn't working.

I don't know why people can't be normal. But maybe my expectations are too high. Which kind of bums me out.

I told Danielle I could build her something. She wanted a shelf to hang on her wall that locked. She came over with her bottles and we figured out the dimension of the shelf.

I had a couple pallets of wood J's brother gave us for free.

It was easy to knock apart with a mallet. It took me awhile to take the staples out but I figured out a system.

The trick is to tap the staples gently. It takes time and patience. You can't tap too hard because the metal bends and makes it impossible to pull out. So light tapping.

Then once the heads are out far enough...

Leverage the pliers with the hammer to pull the staple all the way out.

These dogs were cracking me up.

This only took a couple hours, but I ran out of weekend so I stopped here for a week. I didn't dare send Danielle a photo because I thought it looked like crap. I knew it would look better with stain but at this stage it looked dirty.

The next weekend was supposed to rain Saturday and Sunday, so I took Friday off from work. I wanted to get this done quickly. A locked cabinet was going to be a big middle finger to the thief. I was picturing her clients coming in, looking over, and wondering why her suite mate needed to lock up her product. 

Because your hairstylist steals from cancer-fighting friends and you should find a new person to do your hair. Danielle comes highly recommended.

I did some math and figured out the wood for the doors, then glued and nailed them together.

I had a thin piece of plywood for the back in my garage. Between the free wood and stain I already had, I only spent money on the hardware.

I put the hinges inside. Not that I thought the thief would stoop to trying to unscrew it....but since the intention was to stop the thievery, I was just being safe. The hinges left a bit of a gap; I think there is a certain type of hinge you can buy if you want it to sit flush inside, but it wasn't bad.

There was one minor hiccup. When we were screwing in the metal piece for the magnet closure, I must have twisted the wood because I got a nasty surprise when it suddenly popped apart. I should have done that part before the hinges so it could lay flat.

Everything had been going well up to this point, and I had been suspicious, just waiting for an issue. I couldn't just have one project where things went smoothly. But I didn't cry this time, so that's a plus. I just had a moment of groaning in the fetal position....and then I stood up, scraped the glue off, cut off the nails, and put it back together. I tugged on the other door to make sure it was secure and it was fine. It was so weird that it came apart like that.

I finished it that day and texted my sister.

I met Danielle at her salon. Her little man had fallen asleep in the car.

It looks pretty fabulous. It's funny because it doesn't look hard, but it probably took me seven hours.

Gonna have to buy your own color you bug eyed stink mitten.