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A. A greenhouse.
I had a problem with hats. That is, I had a problem with my hats. I am fantastic at wearing them (and they return the compliment; they are fantastic at being worn and making me feel fantastic), but I am not so good at storing them.
I had nowhere to put them and they were getting squashed or dusty or both, and this was making me feel sad and guilty. So I went to town and wandered around a) the junk stall; b) the tat shop; c) Robert Dyas, and bought a greenhouse.
It is not a proper full-scale glass greenhouse. It is a structure of metal pipes held together with plastic fittings and covered with a polysomething skin. It was flat-packed and I carried the flat pack home on my head because this actually proved to be the most comfortable way to do it. Centre of gravity.
Anyway, it is pretty much perfect for storing hats. It has four shelves; it is deep enough to take even my most exuberant headgear (unlike any sort of cupboard one might get from, for example, Argos); the cover stops them getting dusty; it only cost £17.99; and I am reasonably confident that, because it is a cheapy thing designed for outdoors, it will last longer than a cheapy thing designed for indoors. It even has room for bags and party shoes on the bottom shelf.
I am a little concerned about possible fading, but chucking a throw over it ought to solve that. I also feel that there's a little space wasted between shelves, so I might try to work out some sort of hook system. But not until I have another attack of creativity, I think.
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I had a problem with hats. That is, I had a problem with my hats. I am fantastic at wearing them (and they return the compliment; they are fantastic at being worn and making me feel fantastic), but I am not so good at storing them.
I had nowhere to put them and they were getting squashed or dusty or both, and this was making me feel sad and guilty. So I went to town and wandered around a) the junk stall; b) the tat shop; c) Robert Dyas, and bought a greenhouse.
It is not a proper full-scale glass greenhouse. It is a structure of metal pipes held together with plastic fittings and covered with a polysomething skin. It was flat-packed and I carried the flat pack home on my head because this actually proved to be the most comfortable way to do it. Centre of gravity.
Anyway, it is pretty much perfect for storing hats. It has four shelves; it is deep enough to take even my most exuberant headgear (unlike any sort of cupboard one might get from, for example, Argos); the cover stops them getting dusty; it only cost £17.99; and I am reasonably confident that, because it is a cheapy thing designed for outdoors, it will last longer than a cheapy thing designed for indoors. It even has room for bags and party shoes on the bottom shelf.
I am a little concerned about possible fading, but chucking a throw over it ought to solve that. I also feel that there's a little space wasted between shelves, so I might try to work out some sort of hook system. But not until I have another attack of creativity, I think.
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