Sometime last month, Jake and Lizzy managed to bend the handles on my wine opener (I’m guessing Lizzy knocked the wine opener stand over and Jake tramped on it). This wasn’t any old wine opener, either–it was a silver-plated limited edition one given to me for Christmas a couple of years ago by Brian’s dad. I wasn’t too happy about this. Our jeweler recommended someone who might be able to fix it, but they were not able to due to the type of metal it was.
I searched the internet for parts and finally came upon the manufacturer’s website. I was able to order exactly what I needed and the price wasn’t too bad, either. I was pretty excited to find this site because all parts for my opener are available. However, when I received my part, there was a note on my receipt saying that this was the last one they had.
Given that, I decided to find a safer haven for my wine opener. It had been knocked over a few other times in the past and I didn’t want it to happen again since the last time was nearly fatal. I ended up putting it in the nook by my sideboard, which used to house our Grandmother clock. It should be pretty safe there. Upon doing that, we took a good look at the room and ended up moving everything that was on the walls to a different spot, too. We also moved a piece of art from the living room into the dining room. Brian has to make two picture frames, but other than that, the walls are done in there.
While I was at it, we removed an ugly phone jack that was no longer in use. Doing this left an outlet-sized hole in the plaster that I had to fix. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before, but moving the location of my wine opener sure turned into a bigger job than anticipated.