Man, I'm such a good neighb.
(If you believe that, maybe you should read this.)
See, a neighbor asked me to help them build the Ana White Famhouse table.
"Help" is such a relative term. . .
If "help" means I'll drop off the lumber, you do all the work, well, then we are right on track.
I'm a martyr to my own generosity. (said in my best British accent.)
And so, I've been out in the ole gay-rage the last couple days, making a mess.
Kids have enjoyed playing in it, to be sure.
13 page plans, these are--
every page down was a score, in my book.
And behold my sawdusted Ghetto Blaster, Yo!
Took some time to listen to some oldies while I worked. And I'm positive the neighbors loved me singing American Pie at the top of my lungs. At 10:00 p.m.
And I'd like to say, that I absolutely love Simon & Garfunkel's "Cecilia"-- such an awesome song. But dang, that Cecilia is a dirty tramp.
Can I say a couple things about this project?
(The bare bones of this table)
This is one heavy, sturdy S.O.B. Notching out the legs on this bad boy? It takes half the time. It's a time sucker, to be sure.
Just thought you should know. Just in case.
See it all done?
"Ooh, I just love how it offsets the tones of the lawnmower. . . and how it compliments the garbage can, without being matchy-matchy. . . and how the sander is placed, just so. . . "
Dang, I'm gonna keep this thing.
See it next to it's Restoration Hardware knockoff?
Wow. I like mine so much better. Said no one, ever.