I think I need to just come straight out and say that the last post I wrote was really just a way of easing into a discussion of the merits of random things I love. Well, I love fiber drums.
If you have never heard of a fiber drum before, you are not alone. I really “saw” my first fiber drum in the attic of our shop, left there by a long-ago jewelry store. I mean first saw it in the same way that you think you have never heard a word before, and then you see it everywhere, and hear it in the casual conversations of kindergarteners.
Basically, a fiber drum is an overgrown toilet paper tube (mine are 50 gallon), with some darling galvanized trim bands. In our town, you see them in the bulk foods sections of grocery stores (although the sides are usually sheathed in a poly-wrap announcing tremendous savings. Anyway, I became a little fixated on the fiber drum and purchased two off e-bay. I should mention that this was only after seriously considering picking up free drums at some warehouse in Seattle, or finding something to do with an entire truckload of three-gallon drums. My good husband steered me in the low level of commitment direction, and I just bought two.
The drums arrived at my door, with just a shipping label stuck on the side, a sort of come-as-you-are-party for heavyweight cardboard. We lugged them into our small apartment, where I spent a week or two admiring them in different places. We then covered them in wallpaper paste, followed by fabric of unknown fiber content. The end result was two huge red and white checked cylinders.
Since that time the drums have been all over our house, serving a variety of purposes and never growing weary of love and good works. The cutest thing they ever did was serve as the legs of an over-sized desk. My husband busted out the jigsaw and rounded the corners of an old door to sit across the top. The end result was actually quite art deco in some strange way. However, when we got a couch (!) in that apartment, there was no longer room for the glorious desk, and we had to disassemble it into a laundry hamper and a storage facility for the landing. Currently one still serves in the laundry room, while the other looks sporty in the living room beside a funny chair. Now that we actually have room and have a need for a desk again, I find myself thinking that we may be blossoming into a four drum family.