I'm so glad I had that peptalk, 'cause not long after, I had the wild hair to start a new project. And in typical Mandi fashion, it's a hot mess.
See, it's been on my to-do list for quite some time, but I just wasn't sure how to begin.
When I was a little boy, errr, I mean, girl, that's what I meant-- I had a window seat. Both the girls had one, actually. The boys weren't loved so they didn't, but the girls did.
And it was awesome. Built by the Daddy-o; covered in carpet. . . those were the days. It still holds my New Kids and Jem and the Holograms memorabilia.
No, no, Mom-- it's okay. You can keep it all.
I have such a generous spirit.
So, when I saw this project, I's all, "Really? Really? You just, like, build a frame and go for it? I thought it was massively complex. I am sooo up for this."
Prior to this craptastic activity, we had a couch sitting in our boudoir. One time, someone sat on it. A few times, the kids slept/slobbered on it when they'd had nightmares of zombies eating their brains.
Anywho, it took up a lot of floor. The couch will have a wonderful home in the basement, and this windowseat will only take 1/3 of our much needed space.
So I got to work. And it was totally like "Uncle Buck". You know, "He's cooking our garbage!!" Except I wasn't cooking anything, I was just cutting up all the crap we have lying around.
I josh not. Remember my rule of taking the kids to Lowes: I'd rather chew broken glass. The only thing needed, not laying around, were these purty hinges I used for the storage space beneath that holds my gun rack and severed heads.
Perhaps I went a little overboard with the framing. But as a mother, I imagined all 200 pounds of my children jumping on it simultaneously, and then potentially getting their friends to join them. I wanted it super strong.
So, as I was saying, everything was scraps. Leftover 2 by 4's from the basement, the top is made of freaking leftover shelving.
Waste not want not, know what I'm sayin'?
The front is cut up particle board that I had leftover from when a friend asked me to cut a piece up, and instead of cutting and returning said piece, I hit it with my van and had to go buy a new huge sheet of it. Much cussing was heard that day, I can tell you.
I opted to do the front of my lil windowseat just like the molding already in the boudoir, as seen in exhibit B:
What can I say? I like to be matchy-matchy.
There's massive amounts of finishing touches that need doing on this little task, like rerouting the heating vents, adding some trim here and there, and so forth and so on.
I dream of a cushy tushy pillow, and many gorgeous throw pillows to adorn the top. . .
but just for right now,
smoke 'em if ya got 'em, 'cause I am done, and I am pooped.