Sicily, 1922. Er, I mean,
it was a beautiful summer night. I had finally brought my table out to it's proper resting place:
remember, this table?
Anywho, it was a beautiful summer night-- we sat outside, played a few rounds of cards, drank rootbeer floats--
it was a night of frivolity, jovialty, cheap fireworks, and totally awesome 80's dance moves.
Man I miss doing the Running Man.
Anywho, it changed everything. The nice summer breeze? The cards outside? I fell in love. Again.
Perhaps you remember my dweam of alfresco dining. Or as my brother said to me, "Al-whatta? Oh, you mean eating outside? That is a stupid word. Just say 'eating outside.' Yeesh."
And perhaps you remember my dweam of a pergola. . .
this ain't happenin'. Why? Oh. . . maybe it's 'cause we've already bit off more than we can chew this year. Maybe it's 'cause a project like that is upwards of 1, maybe 2 grand.
I know. I might have lost a little bladder control when I heard those figures, too.
But we love it out here!
We're eating breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, supper, midnight buffets, etcetera out here!
And half the time we're half nudie! And we don't even care!
I would like you to know that my son cares for his waffles striped: stripe of maple, stripe of blueberry, stripe of strawberry syrup. Thanks for listening.
Someone stand by with a cattle prod when I get this far off topic. Please.
So I'm still dreaming-- I dream of a pergola, yes. I dream of a much cheaper, much easier pergola. I dream of said pergola with beautiful grape vines growing around it. I dream of these gorgeous solar lanterns I picked up hanging down. . .
CAN YOU SEE IT? It's breathtaking!
Meanwhile, I decided at least, at very least, I can make my table a bench, instead of those fugly folding chairs I've got out there that my kids like to fold themselves up into.
I modified a bench plan from Ana's site,
and let me tell you somethin'.
Call me a wimp, ("WIMP!"), but the "X"'s for an "X" bench? Pain in the badonkadonk.
Don't do these.
do these. If you like to dig out in-grown toenails. If you like getting your license renewed. If you like your annual colonoscopy-- then by all means, do these.
I would like to take a moment to thank the hubs for not getting mad about all the paint/stain marks.
many squishy bums shall be seated upon you, I swear it.