Welcome to the adventures of shelf install in the kitchen! This post was almost titled “How to break an easy, no-explanation-necessary project down into several illustrated steps.”

As you can see I’m not very good at taking actual [right] before pictures. The above left image of the sink is almost 4 years old (I can’t believe we’ve been here that long!), and the image on the right is about 2 years old. But, they both serve to illustrate the shelving issues in the kitchen. By the sink, there isn’t a convenient, sturdy place to store soap. When the dish rack gets full it’s impossible to reach soap all the way over on the little counter to the right. By the stove, the shelf installed by a previous tenant is useless—anything placed there gets covered in grease and out of reach. In order to keep things at hand, they have to occupy space on the tiny counter space to the left of the stove. In the new configuration, this space become usable as a working countertop.

We’re all breathing easier without the nasty “look-at-me!” brackets of the old shelf, aren’t we?

I started this project Halloween weekend, first shopping for lumber and a mahogany-colored stain to match the existing un-painted wood in the kitchen. While our neighbors were applying glitter to their fairy wings, I was staining pine planks out back. Fortunately I managed to avoid getting any glitter stuck in the wet stain. This was my first time staining anything by myself, so I did my homework. Step 1: ask a random man in the stain aisle (no, not a store employee) if one should use a regular paint brush. The man will surely tell you that you’d be better off using a rag. It is best to use a rag to which you have no great attachment. Later, you will throw this rag in the trash because it will be impossible to clean; according to the label on the little tin of stain, it could even spontaneously catch fire if not disposed of properly. Step 2: phone your father (any knowledgeable, experienced stainer in the family will do) and share an in-depth discussion on the application of stain with said rag. He will go into detail about the instructions on the side of the stain can, placing emphasis on the importance of removing excess stain and avoiding drips for fear of an uneven finish. Step 3: don a pair of latex gloves, or similar, and get cracking. Allow the wood to dry over night.

Now that the wood is dry and you are satisfied with the color, it’s time to get out the tool box. You’ll want to mount the L-brackets before attempting to attach the shelf to the wall, unless you happen to be an octopus. For the shelf above the sink, the positioning of the brackets was based on the edge of the sink itself and the edge of the small counter below. In the case of the shelf by the stove, the brackets are evenly spaced from the ends of the board. As you decide where to place your brackets, a measuring tape and a pencil will come in handy. You might even consider putting a T-square on your Christmas list if you are lacking one as I am, wink! I placed the brackets against each piece of wood on the floor and used the floor to make sure they’d be flush to the wall. This step is based on the assumption that the floor and the wall are actually level—in my apartment they are not, but it’s close enough. Once the brackets were in position, I used a set of bar clamps to hold them in place while drilling.

The most important part of drilling is making sure not to go through the boards. You spent a lot of time staining them, remember? As I learned from Rod, the easiest way to do this is to wrap a small piece of tape around your drill bit that indicates how deep you want the bit to sink.

With the brackets in place, it’s time to mount the shelf on the wall. You’ll need a level and your pencil again. Since I have only 2 hands (again, I’m a human—not an octopus), I don’t have any pictures of this part. Taking a tip from Anna of Door Sixteen, I painted out the bottom half of the brackets so the shelves would appear to float.

Now that the shelves are in place, it’s time to put them to work. Give them a purpose, make them feel wanted, and make sure they feel pretty. As I said, the main role for the shelf above the sink was to give us a solid place to store soap. But, as you can see in the above images, there’s room for a bit more than that. I read recently that all decorating is part function, part display. I was thinking 100% display with everything that came after the dishsoap, but it turns out this open storage is also highly functional. Tom and I are actually using these pieces now that they’re within arm’s reach. That, of course means our pretty bowls feel useful again and these shelves feel pretty useful—esteemed, even.

Special thanks to the man in the stain aisle, my father, and Tom for contributing a second set of hands.

Poketo Bike Bells, as seen on Rena Tom. The Poketo blog has a fair amount about bikes + biking. I’m adding it to my Reader… now!

This time last year  we’d just gotten married and returned from our honeymoon to Portland, Oregon. A few days after our return to Minneapolis, Tom ran his first marathon. This weekend we had a great time spectating the marathon by bike, enjoying the warm weather and the fall colors lining the city streets. Tom rounded off Sunday by bottling his second batch of home-brewed beer. But TODAY is the big day! Happy Birthday, Tom. You continue to be my favorite travel companion, dining partner, and my official biking and skiing coach. You are the most talented, disciplined, and kind (readers feel free to add your own adjectives in the comments) person I know.

On Saturday (August 27 for those following dates), our first full day in Stockholm, Tom and I secured two three-day City Bikes memberships at the front desk of our hotel and headed out for a loop around Södermalm. The mission? To kill time before the shops along Götgatan opened around 10 a.m.

City Bikes are similar to Minneapolis’ Nice Ride bikes. With a membership card the size of any credit card, one can approach a bike station, hold the card up to the built-in reader, and in seconds receive a bike assignment. Like a Nice Ride, City Bikes are three-speeds with front luggage space, heavy fenders, bells, and easily adjustable seats. Different were the wheels (tiny in front!), the coaster brakes on the City Bike, subscription lengths, and time limits. The three-day pass is the shortest term available for purchase (165 SEK) and breaks down to about $8 a day—much cheaper than any other form of bike rental in Stockholm, if a little more expensive than Nice Ride. And, in Stockholm it is possible to have a City Bike for three hours at a time without penalty, compared to the 30-minute limit on a Nice Ride. Later in the day, on Djurgården, we saw many people lounging around in the grass with a pile of black and white City Bikes around them. With the fear of Nice Ride trip fees deeply ingrained in our brains, most of our own rides were kept short, though. Arriving on Götgatan Saturday morning, we were happy to find several bike stations nearby, ride in a roomy bike lane, and learn that the main shopping area is conveniently restricted to pedestrians and cyclists only.

Also convenient is that every City Bike has space for a bag, as I was in scando-design heaven in Ordning & Reda, DesignTorget, and 10 Swedish Designers. Tip: DesignTorget opens first and is a convenient place to stop in shop while waiting for O&R and Tiogruppen to open. Tom and I each found a few souvenirs: small matching notebooks from Ordning & Reda that would become our journals for the trip (Tom’s lined, mine not), postcards and an oil-cloth bag for me from 10 Swedish Designers, and a mushroom knife and other treasures from DesignTorget. I’m sorry to say we were a little too excited about bikes (!!) and shopping (!) to take many pictures in the morning. With plans for a longer ride and more sights to see, we decided to drop our bags back at the Clarion and head out once more for lunch at Blå Porten on Djurgården.

After dropping our bikes at Djurgården’s only City Bikes station, we set out to find Blå Porten and locate the Vasa Museum, where we’d be getting our Viking on later that afternoon. While the restaurant isn’t far from where we left our bikes behind, we made some mistaken assumptions about its location and took a rather circuitous route there. We walked just long enough for me to become really hungry and slightly desperate before spotting Blå Porten’s unmistakeable blue doorway.

Tom had lamb burger meatballs with potatoes and a yellow bean salad and I had boiled salmon with potato salad, carrots and a generous dollop of dill mayonnaise (these are items 1 and 2 on the menu above). I really liked my salmon, but Tom found himself wishing he’d ordered the chanterelle soup. Full of potatoes for what would be the first of many times, we sat on the patio washing it all down with a couple of beers and a lemon strawberry tart while writing postcards and making first entries in our journals:

So far, Sweden, Stockholm at least, really is everything I’d hoped for. The shops are amazing, the weather is fine, and the people are very nice…. It feels good to sit in the sun with a little wind, eat, and rest our feet. I am so thankful for City Bikes. We’re able to get around with ease while seeing the city and enjoying the air. I’m glad to be here at the end of August. The weather is ideal…. I look forward to more exploring in Stockholm and to what is yet to come…. It’s fun to be in a place where it feels like I know both nothing about it and have a certain familiarity.

As we were finishing up, a French couple asked if we were Swedish; they needed to know how to say “France” in order to address their own postcards. We may not be Swedish, but we did have a Swedish dictionary iPhone app and Tom was happy to assist. They wrote Frankrike in big letters on each card. We had the advantage of writing “USA” on all of our postcards instead of the longer, and seemingly less-often used, Förenta staterna.

We said goodbye to our franska vänner and walked to the Vasa Museum. It is nothing short of impressive—I found it hard to take a picture that did justice to the ship’s size. The museum itself has something like six levels from which to observe the ship and does an excellent job of fleshing out the historical context in which it was built as well as documenting the process of salvaging the ship.

There is a scale model on display that shows how the Vasa would have been painted on its maiden (and only) voyage and many full-sized decorative pieces recreated to match the original paint. The ring shown here is the only piece of gold found on the Vasa. It was displayed on a big velvet pillow in a vitrine with other recovered treasures. I wish I had more pictures of the artifacts on exhibit—there were cooking pots and other vessels, mittens and boots, and a game of backgammon. It is, however, very dark in there! The whole museum is cold and dark to help preserve this incredible hulk.

Back in the sun again after leaving the Vasa, we wandered in to the Nordic Museum‘s shop just before closing time to refuel on postcards and frimärken. We returned to the central city via Djugårdsfärjan and finding no available bikes at the Slussen station we decided to walk to Mariatorget for a drink and a snack at the Hotel Rival’s café. Despite the busy time of day, the Mariatorget bike station welcomed us with several bikes for hire, and we made our way back to south Södermalm for an unremarkable vegetarian dinner (should have had meat and potatoes, I suppose!).

Tom and I said “I do.” one year ago today. If a picture is worth a thousand words, I need not write any more.

Our thanks to all who helped make this day so special, and to all who traveled to be with us in Michigan last September.

Wedding photography by Kara Purtell, final photos by Hailey Schmitz, others by Donald Boys and Camille Gerace. Thanks to you all for your fantastic eyes (and lenses).