And I will.
But, right now, I'm pretty much living in paper scraps and glitter, with stacks of crinkled vintage ribbon in my work room, and my dining table. (My sweet spot.)
As I have already shared in a previous post, (or two...) I am doing one tablescape with lots of old book pages; some in banners, some as charger plates, and as shred for the little nests for mini pumpkins. I needed to make more shred and so I got out my trusty old paper shredder. I plugged it in, and...nothing happened.
No loud grinding motor noise. Just...silence.
I tried everything and then completely and totally panicked. You see, they don't make shredders like this any more. It shreds the paper in long skinny strips, and the new shredders are more security minded and they slice and dice your paper into teeny tiny little squares. (I call it confetti) Without my trusty old shredder, I would no longer be able to create my book page shred.
If anyone could fix it, it would be Ralph. He is a tinkerer of sorts. If something is not working, or not working properly, he will start to think about it, and then it begins to bug him. It bugs him that the item in question is not working and he has to figure it out. He will begin to take parts and pieces of that item apart. He will poke around,and continue exploring any and all possibilities until he finds the problem.
When he uncovers the source of a problem with an item, he then sets about fixing it, applying his think-outside-the-box-jerry-rigging-McGyver skills as needed. In the case of the non-shredding paper shredder, the problem turned out to be some sort of thing on the bottom of the shredder that was not engaging as it should when the on button was moved.
Ralph determined that it needed some sort of new apparatus down there to push that button thing-y into place, and keep it there.
After a few tries with various pieces of cork, (I have a jar of triangular corks in various sizes, for we I buy old bottles at thrift shops) cut with a steak knife, he super-glued two different pieces of cork together and wedged them up in there, and faster than you could say cut-it-out, we heard the loud rumble of the shredder, doing it's thing.
Yes! I knew he would figure it out and work his McGyver-like magic.
I breathed a huge sigh of happy relief, squealed a huge "Yay!", and thanked Ralph and told him I was eternally grateful for his clever-mad McGyver skills. I was thrilled to be back in business, and am now up to my shins in shredded book pages, I am happy to say.