Last week, I pulled the cutlery drawer open and the fascia came away in my hand. It was a bit of a shock. I was so shocked, I just stood and looked at it for a while before springing into action.
The fascia is held in place with a small screw that threads through a tiny loop hidden deep within the hollow, sliding side of the drawer. There’s a small panel with the word IKEA embossed on it, situated in such a way so as to allow access to the screw.
It didn’t take me long to realise what had happened. The tiny loop of metal had snapped off. It was not something that could be easily repaired. I knew I’d have to think about the best way forward.
The best way forward would be to get a new kitchen so I then thought about the second best way. And today I tried to fix it. It should have been a quick fix. It wasn’t.
I was able to slide a thin piece of wood into the hollow side. I drilled a hole through this and through the side of the drawer. I then hunted for a nut and bolt long enough to join the two together. This took a while but, eventually, I found one buried deep down inside my tool bag.
My problems started with the positioning of the three things: the wood, the runner and the end of the fascia. The difficulty was exacerbated by the tiny access hole. My fingers are not exactly what you’d call deft and nimble. I managed to drop the bolt, misalign the wood and fumble the fascia connector at various times. Still, eventually I managed to get it all joined up.
I then had to connect the connector to the wood with a small screw. Easy, I thought, and it would have been if the wood hadn’t split. The whole thing fell to pieces as the thin piece of wood shattered into three pieces. Back to the drawing board, then.
This happened a number of times, making me increasingly frustrated. The problem was I didn’t have a drill bit small enough to drill a pilot hole to secure the screw properly. Eventually, however, and by using a nail to make the pilot hole, it worked.
I tested the drawer a few times and it ran smoother than I ever remember it running. I felt quite proud of my little repair job. I told Carmen as much but she just stared at me like I was an idiot, wondering why I wasn’t taking them for a walk.
I pointed outside, at the teeming rain. She didn’t understand this either. With two straight days of rain, it’s hard on the poodles but I remind them of the times when they were lucky to get a walk once a week. They still don’t understand.
Having conquered the drawer, I cleared all my tools away and went back to the usual chores.
When it came time to prepare dinner, I grabbed the cutlery drawer handle and pulled it out. The fascia came away from the drawer and I almost cried.