So there we were with a partially unpacked bed, a floor away from where it was supposed to be. To complicate things, I wasn’t sure if the construction, as solid as it appeared, could handle the torque that would occur with my wife and I wrestling it through the house and down a set of stairs.
Last week, I told you how I devised a plan to use the area between the rafters in my compact workshop for storage. Instead of permanent hinges, I opted for hanging a pipe that would retain the panels, yet allow them to tip down to display tools.
I’ve mentioned my old workbench that has traveled from Minnesota to New York to Iowa and back. I think I’ve torn it apart and reassembled it at least seven times, not to mention the moves from garage to basement and back in various houses.