It was about 11:50 p.m. when I remembered to water my plants.
Remember how I made this odd contraption to grow seeds in my only south-facing window?
Well, I've been using it. Might have had to replant seeds a couple times 'n all,
but still, I was overjoyed to see things pop up.
Who knew it was so awesome to grow things?? I thought only killing things was fun! How wrong I was.
Maybe I should stop making jokes about murders/severed heads/dead bodies. Maybe.
Anyhow, as I was saying,
it was 11:50 p.m. when I remembered to water my plants after my trip to the Lakehouse.
And behold all my weed! Er, I mean veggies. VEGGIES.
And so, at 11:54 p.m., I turned to the hubs in bed and said,
"holy crap my tomatoes don't even fit in that window anymore! They need to go outside."
Hubs half opens one eye and grunts agreement.
And then I say,
"You know what we need? We need a potting bench. A POTTING BENCH."
Hubs mutters "okay. . ." and flips over in bed. You know, away from his chatty wife.
And then, until about 3 minutes after midnight, I used his phone to look up potting bench plans. Because, you know, my phone is stone age. It might as well have a rotary dialer on it.
These plans from Lowe's almost, almost sold me:
but they're massively complex plans. And I wanted this bench now. Now NOW NOW. Yesternow.
by 7:05 a.m. the next morning, I had my own plans in my noggin. I want you to know that I am never, EVER awake before 8:00 a.m.
Oh ye who text me before 8:00 a.m., thanks for the wake up texts. And when I say "thanks", I really mean, "Thanks a lot, jerk."
I kidd. I love ya.
I was totally going to give you a shopping list, cut list, and general instructions on this very simple and super cheap ($20) little potting bench, but,
since I made a cut size miscalculation, seriously underestimated the amount of 1x3 for the slats I needed underneath and thus ran out, and let's not forget how I knocked over an entire can of paint,
I decided that I was unqualified to give any sort of plans.
I was sooo close to picking a fabulous green paint color like that Lowe's bench up there, but since it's going right in between my two massive, white, window boxes outside, I went with the usual white. You know, what my kids call "totally boring".
here we are. This potting bench has opened up a total can of worms. This is the fugly side of my house, and I'm seeing a mini makeover over here. . . sweet.