You recall my boys' nautical themed room, don'tcha?
You know, this one, with the faux shutters?
This one, with the little lil ocean-y alphabet card thingys that they're totally getting too old for? I promised myself I wouldn't cry. . .
Well, butt munches numbers 1 and 2 are supposed to be reading for 20 minutes before bedtime. Alright fine-- I chose their reading time to be at bedtime to calm them all down. Happy now?
Anywho, the Jacester needed a nightstand with a lamp. He just did.
This is where I let you in on how cheap I am:
"$100 for a freakin' nightstand? Is that some kind of sick joke?"
Even $50's too much, far as I'm concerned.
I's going to make my own piece of crap nightstand. It needed to be a certain (small) size anyways. Headed out to the gay-rage to the scraps that are coming out of my butt and got to work on something with a rustic feel:
Used scraps as spacers, and voila. Where'd I get the slats that make up the top of this nightstand?
There's just some sort of sick irony to this.
And then. . . I stopped. I wanted this fugly nightstand to be interesting, somehow. A little character, perhaps.
And so, I called the Daddy-o and the Mommy-o for a little inspiray-shon.
"How about ____?"
"Thought a that. Don't know how to make it work."
How about _____?"
"Yeah thought of that, too."
"How about _______??"
"YES! THAT'S IT!"
What was their different idea?
Oh, ya know. A little a this.
With a little a that.
Yes, friends-- in a momentary loss of sanity, I decided to have a hanging nightstand.
The biggest, oldest looking rope I could find, a hook from a joist into the ceiling,
and the boys now have the first hanging nightstand in existence. Possibly. Maybe. Probably not.
And now my little homies can read at night.
Or sneak 2nd dinner up to their beds. Or play toys in their undies. Whatever.
And ya know? This has kinda opened a can of worms, 'cause they have an empty corner, and I'm totally wanting to do this:
Totally fun! Totally awesome! Totally impractical?