Poppy's summer wood working projects are finished, and have been delivered to their new respective homes. Now we just have scraps and cut-offs. Or, in the words of the late Dawson Reitz, one of my favorite central PA guys (other than Brownie of course), ones and blanks. What's a poor boy to do when the summer is over?
Attached is a kinda pathetic video of the last day at home for the headboards, and photos which really do little if any justice to how nice they look in their new digs.
Here are the photos: Head(board)ing home
and the video:
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Very nice, I'm quite impressed. What I'm not impressed by is how little those shelves are actually getting used though!
Katie's Room - Nice new big shelf and a little stereo system on it.
Tim's Room - Nice new big shelf and a tiny alarm clock circa 1982.
Maybe Dad should have just made you a little end table instead out of the old outhouse and Blackie/Fluffy's old rabbit house. That would have been just as useful to you all!
What a novelty... a bed that doesn't have a jail cell surrounding it. Maybe someday you can refinish Daddy's old bed for me. Then I can get up at any hour of the day and run around like a crazy child.
Those photos were taken right after delivery. Mom hung around on Sunday while Katie decorated her room, and went over to Tim's to see his. All have been put to their best use as fully functional bookcases and headboards. Besides, I'm more interested in the actual headboards than the decorations.
Dear Oliver,
I'd love to refinish your Daddy's old bed for you. But there is one rule: No jumping. Ask him about how I had to replace one of the side rails because it busted when he wasn't following the rules.
Love,
Poppy
Wow-they are REALLY nice. I can't wait for you to make furniture for Oliver. Get on that, will you? What have you been doing for the past 6 months? hehe j/k:)
I heard about that incident. Sounds like it's par for the course considering he broke his old couch by falling on it. What a fat ass.
I can't make any promises though. First I need to get walking down, then I'll tackle jumping. Once that happens the world will become my trampoline.
You should build Oliver a cradle. I hear they're a hit with the babies.
Har de har har. Aren't you the funny one. Maybe I'll give Trisha's cradle to the first granddaughter.
I can't believe noone has commented on the "old fart was smart" song. You'd think Jason might comment on that one!
I had the volume turned down - I didn't realize there was a song playing!
Another finely crafted product of Poppy Mac. You have outdone yourself yet again. I fall asleep easier these nights because of the comfort I take in a finely made piece of furniture. (Either that, or the lingering fumes of oil and stain.)
Hear this, those who would mock my alarm clock. A fool keeps buying the things he hates, that drive him from his sleep. I wise man buys such things but once, and takes comfort that he's cheap.
Well can I make fun of the bedspread then? And your tiny picture on the wall?
:)
Your alarm clock argument sounds a hell of a lot like Dad's old comments about his beat to sh*t wallet and how he didn't want to spend money on something that holds money. So he went around for years with a plastic wallet that was falling apart.
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Well let's see - the bedspread was a gift from Nana and the picture a gift from Aunt Tasha. I keep such things to honor them both.
Ouch... don't you look petty and small!
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