And then I returned them, as we don't have space for them on our tiny balcony. But while Evan was waiting in the return line, the Bubb and I found this drawer/cart thing to put all my sewing stuff in (cause apparently it isn't appreciated all over the kitchen table, not that we ever eat there anyway...)
The Bubb inspecting Dad's workmanship.
All finished. We left off the second to bottom drawer so that there would be a place to store fabric. And now I am able to store my thread in an orderly fashion.