Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Call me Bob Villa

I built this...

With my own two hands. From a left over grass pallet and some old fence wood my neighbor was going to throw out. Talk about recycling at its best.

She was their best customer.

It was a far cry from our lemonade stand last year where not one car showed up...not one! Meanies!!

My Dad was a carpenter. He would have been so proud of me with a pencil in my ear and a tape measure in my hand. I could hear his voice..."measure twice, cut once",and I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up a little thinking about him while doing this project. I understand his love for the craft now. Woodworking was to him what sewing is for me. To create something from nothing is such a wonderful feeling. Even if i did have all the wrong tools.I only had a jigsaw, hacksaw, a sissy girl hammer, and some left over nails, but that thing is pretty darn sturdy. I see more woodworking for me in the future. Maybe some flower boxes for my front if I need another hobby. Maybe some like these.

We will see.

In the meantime...success is so sweet!

A whopping 100 glasses of lemonade, and 25.00 to split between 3 girls. They were on cloud nine.

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