It was for the CWTS olympics,
"Decoupage Level", to be exact. And we know what I eventually went for:
But back to this original idea. ..
See, it all started with this little picture from PB:
I am drawn to this. No pun intended. Not so much for the the "architectural fragment art" for $300, but more, the drawings (or, "drarings", depending on what part of the country you're from) on the wall.
Yes, I like this architectural-plans-as-art idea.
You know, like that totally awesome chalkboard wall on "90 Days of Summer"?
Love-vuh.
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so."
(please say you watched and enjoyed that show.)
I began scanning in the Daddy-o's plans, since's he's got thee motherload.
And they each mean something spee-ecial.
So, where did they end up?
THE MAN CAVE. (echoing, booming voice.)
As I've worked on some crap in the gay-rage, I've had plans flipping and flying in the wind. It's been quite obnoxious. And if you know me, then you know I'm having a hard enough time using the drill and keeping my pants up in the back without the added confusion of le flying papiers. The Daddy-o just so happened to have a gargantuan (magnetic!) dry erase board on hand. . .
That's the Daddy-o. If he doesn't have it, they don't make it. I would also like to point out the most-likely reaction my parents have when I come over for stuff:
"MANDI'S COMING! HIDE THE LUMBER! AND THE TOOLS! AND THE CHOCOLATES! AND THE BOOZE!"
Everything but the booze.
I'm feeling just a tad on the shmoozer side lately.
But I digress. I hung my shmoozed dry erase board vertically, directly on the wall with a french cleat, and then I framed this bad boy in with some choice molding.
And the world was indefinitely better because of it.
Pinned up my scanned in plans on one side:
and left the other side clear for a scribble of my own ideas/plans/measurements/obscenities. You know, maybe sumthin' like so.
And the gay-rage is now one teensy tiny step closer to being thee ultimate MAN(DI) CAVE.
On a sidenote, this is my BFF growing up's hubby's man-cave:
I shan't go that far, but I can certainly enjoy this ingenious design.
12 comments:
Really? No urinal in yours? I'm so disappointed!
Okay your dad rocks. And I'm loving that you put up his plans.
And I love that the garage is YOUR space! I'm taking over my garage!
I've got Brain's voice stuck in my head now. Just so you know, I may be singing that theme song the rest of the day and, consequently, drive my husband crazy.
It's gonna be a good day :]
i would love to be in your head. and I missed you last week...no post made it seem like the looongest week evvver.
I am excited to see! But I did cringe seeing the urinal. We have one in the man cave and it is the most nasty thing in the entire world. I HATE it, every dude LOVES it and feels the need to "mark" it like he lives here. Oh how I wish I had the balls to take a sledge hammer to it! lol
Pinky rocks! I am excited to see what happens. :)
That had to be one of the top 3 cartoons of all time. Aaahhh, Real Monsters being another. I wish I had a source nearby to go to for freebies. Wood and beer and such.
What a great idea!
I loved that show! I wish they still had it on!
So cool! I can't wait to see the finished product! I'm loving the architectural designs - much more "Mandi" than a urinal.
And yes - I LOVED Animaniacs.
Huh. A urinal. Brilliant! Then all my boys could do their best target practice somewhere other than my bathroom floor!
Thanks for the chuckle.
That is cool to see Dad's plans up!
What a BRILLIANT way to organize your creativity and thoughts. I need one. In every single room.
Loved Pinky and The Brain growing up. Now my 3 year old loves it and sings the opening song (narf and all).
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