Turned a Cheap File Box into a Funky Bookshelf

paint brush

I turned a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf. I found the box in the Home Office section at Value Village for $2. I desperately needed  some space for school books above my desk, and brand new shelves don’t exactly fit into my budget at the moment.

maple cinnamon latte with almond milk

Before starting any project, it is important to ask yourself these two questions:

1. Do I have music playing? – Having great music to set the mood will help time pass by faster. This is especially important for big projects that require dull, repetitive actions.

2. Do I have something delicious to drink as I slave through this? – This will act as a mini reward/pat on the back every time you take a sip. I made a Maple Cinnamon Latte with Almond Milk, though the possibilities are endless. Tea, coffee, juice, water, pop, hot chocolate, wine, rum… Your pick!

turning a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf

turning a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf

The first step and trickiest part of the entire project was drilling holes through the plastic to be able to hang it on the wall when painted. I am proud to say that after some time, my perseverance was rewarded.

turning a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf

turning a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf

I found some leftover wall paint hiding in the basement. “Special paint for plastic” is probably available at hardware stores but, since the shelf only cost me two dollars, I didn’t see the point of investing in special paint when I already have some at home. And there’s the budget thing. Do, however, feel free to get yourself the right kind of paint for your file box, if you decide to try this project.

One thing I learned about myself during this project is that my paint skills are rather lacking. I managed to get paint everywhere on the tarp, my hands, and my clothes. I am embarrassed to admit that when I went to clean myself up while the shelf was drying, I noticed in the mirror that I even had paint in my hair…

Point is if I can do it, so can you. It is worth the effort in the end. Check out the final result:

turning a cheap plastic file box into a funky bookshelf

I love my folding stand-up desk.

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Kettle Valley: Trails

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My cute little doggy and I looking into the distance. I just love these beautiful mountains!

The trails behind my house are without a doubt my favourite part of our neighbourhood. I can walk there for hours at a time. The view is absolutely breathtaking. Most of the trees are burnt; leftovers from the 2003 fire. Some people fail to see the beauty in these trees, but they are a big part of what I love about these trails. To some extent, it is what defines them. When looking at the scenery, you know that the place has a story because you see burnt trees everywhere.

Perhaps you have noticed my new header photo. The other day, the kind Conor Teahen came to Kettle Valley and took photos of me so that I may have a sweet header for my blog. I know what you are thinking: “Silly Emilie, there is no way that the background in your header photo is real, it’s too beautiful!” And I say: “Yes it is real, and even better, it’s basically in my backyard!”

And just incase you can’t get enough of that beautiful scenery, here are a few more photos Conor took of my siblings and me. I have a hard time picking a favourite, but I’d probably have to go with the hair flips.

You?

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Theails behind my house are without a doubt my favourite part of our neighbourhood. I can walk there for hours at a time. The view is absolutely breathtaking. Most of the trees are burnt; leftovers from the 2003 fire. Some people fail to see the beauty in these trees, but they are a big part of what I love about these trails. To some extent, it is what defines them. When looking at the scenery, you know that the place has a story because you see burnt trees everywhere.

Perhaps you have noticed my new header photo. The other day, the kind Conor Teahen came to Kettle Valley and took photos of me so that I may have a sweet header for my blog. I know what you are thinking: “Silly Emilie, there is no way that the background in your header photo is real, it’s too beautiful!” And I say: “Yes it is real, and even better, it’s basically in my backyard!”

And just incase you can’t get enough of that beautiful scenery, here are a few more photos Conor took of my siblings and me. I have a hard time picking a favourite, but I’d probably have to go with the hair flips.

You?

Gastown

Gastown is beautiful at night.

Gastown is beautiful at night.

We went to Gastown in the evening. I love walking in that area. The sidewalks are made of brick and the trees are illuminated at night. It is beautiful. Even the streetlights are unique and stylish.

The area was rather quiet this particular evening. Perhaps there was a big party somewhere with everyone, and they forgot to invite us.

Dad

Dad

That’s alright. We visited Mo-Mo Sushi and had a party for two. If I would only be allowed to eat in one place over and over for the rest of my life, I would most likely choose a sushi shop. When we do go, my dad always orders many different kinds and we all share everything. My highlights this time included the barbecued eel roll, the seaweed salad, and the fancy tuna sashimi. I love trying new foods, especially if they seem out of the ordinary.

Seaweed salad

Seaweed salad

Tuna sashimi

Tuna sashimi

After the feast, we decided to go for a ride on the sky train. We walked to the nearest station, and bought tickets. I was surprised to see that they leave the entrance gates unlocked, meaning that we didn’t even need our tickets to get through… Apparently they operate using a system of trust. I love that. It is so positive.

We ended up taking a line that was only underground. So no sky train this time. It was still a lot of fun and the metro is surprisingly clean. Getting around by train made me eager to be moving to a big city. Once in Toronto, I hope to never use a car. Trains, buses, bikes and feet will be my new best friends.

Dad buying train tickets

Dad buying train tickets

Hey it's me

Hey it’s me