I have two problems: 1. I am the owner of a voluminous caboose; 2. When I sit down at my computer and click a link, it seems like several hours pass in a matter of seconds and then I wonder where my day has gone. If you’ve ever been on Pinterest, I know you know what I am talking about. “What did you do today, babe?” “I clicked all the links on the internet”. My solution: Get up off my end-table-arse and create a standing workstation.
I have been wanting to try this for a while and after spotting this fabric I was inspired to get up off my butt and give my craft room a makeover. Raising my workstation was the first step. Bonus: Replace chair-dancing with actual dancing. Here is my workstation before:
This is the Vika Amon table from Ikea. I got the whole setup for $100 bucks on Craigslist a few years ago from a cake shop. Walking into a cake shop with a hundo in cash is a dangerous thing for a big bootied babe like myself, but they were closed for business and refused to sell me any cake. Fine. I’ll just take the table, then.
I wasn’t sure how to go about this but after a phone call to Dad, I had a plan. PVC pipe! I measured the legs (2″ diameter) and headed up to HD to get some 2″ PVC pipe. I wanted the final table height to be 41″ (it was 27″ at it’s original height) and the tabletop itself is 1″ thick, so I had to get 5 lengths of 40″ each. Done. The sweet dude at HD even cut it for me. And get this: It was less than $15 bucks!! Score.
Got home, flipped ‘er over and popped off the little black feet using a flat head screwdriver. Dog hair courtesy of Howard.
Namath ain’t got nothin’ on this fur coat, yo!
Then I slid the PVC pipe over the metal table legs.
Some of them slid right on, but I had to use a mallet on a couple of them to get them all the way down.
Flipped ‘er back over…
Zaaaaaang! Check that out! You know what that is?! That is a TWERK-station! No more chair-dancing! No more sitting on my bum while surfing/working/blogging/photoshopping! Hopefully this is the first step to a smaller backside. So far, I am loving it. A word of advice: If you choose to create your own standing twerk-station, make sure you don’t hit your chin on the table when it’s time to drop it low. Go call the govenah!