A few years ago when I drove out to Arizona to visit my father-in-law. I also headed over to Palm Springs to visit friends and I stopped in Lake Havasu to see a friend.
I was admiring an old-fashioned drying rack that was mounted to the back of the door between the garage and house where my friend was living in Lake Havasu. It was so neat and I started asking questions. Before I knew it, the home owner (my friend’s friend) was taking it of the door and giving it to me. I couldn’t believe it. I loved it, but was shocked and thrilled all at the same time.
About a month ago, when I was still under limitation from my January surgery, I asked my husband if he would put up the drying rack for me. It was a simple, 2-screw task. Half the battle is usually with me trying to decide where to put things. This time I was ready. I had the screw driver ready. I had the 2 screws (and anchors) ready. I even drew a line on the wall (lightly) so he could hang it right where I wanted it.