This time, the challenge came wrapped in silk and sophistication.
The customer: a woman so elegant, she made the office look like a Parisian boutique. She had ordered a shelf to be hung from the ceiling—yes, the ceiling. Not a wall. Not a corner. Straight from the heavens.
The parts? Well, let’s just say they were more “conceptual” than “complete.” I found a few planks in the storage room that looked like they had survived a pirate ship mutiny. The paint was old, white, and smelled like 1997. But I had a vision. And a Kärkkäinen store nearby.
I bought a chain that screamed “industrial chic” and got to work. The planks got a fresh coat of paint (and possibly a few bugs trapped forever in the finish). I measured, drilled, and prayed to the gods of symmetry.
One hour later, the shelf was up. Floating. Glorious. Holding five flower pots like it was born to do so. The customer was delighted. She even said it looked “minimalist with a rustic twist.” I nodded like I knew what that meant.
So if you ever need a shelf that defies gravity and expectations, call me. I’ve got chains, paint, and questionable planks.
