He replied within 5 minutes (I’m sure he was really busy at work) that it would be “very easy and yes!”
So, that $25 I was planning on spending it stayed in my wallet, and I made a mental note to make it the next time I went to my parents’ house.
But, he beat me to it.
I got a call from him that very weekend asking me where I was planning on putting it – outside or inside. He was at the store, buying the wood for the coolest handmade owl….thing ever!
It is now hanging in my kitchen, right above the door to the laundry room.
I swear, my intentions were 100A% innocent. I didn’t expect or even imply that I wanted him to make it for me. He just rules that much.
Which is more than I can say for the next time I emailed him a picture of a DIY wood project.
I saw a post for this great wine rack, but woodworking is way outside of my craft comfort zone, so I emailed him (again) a picture and a link to the tutorial, again asking if it would be easy and did he have the tools.
If you have ever met my dad, you know that the second part of that question is just pure silliness. The man has every tool known to man, and he often has more than one of a particular tool.
Case in point: the two power drills that used to be at his house. (Right now, I am “borrowing” one.)
Again, he emailed back and said it would be easy, and called a few days later to ask some questions about the size I wanted and a couple days later it was made.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see him until Labor Day weekend, and it took another month after that for me to finally paint that thing.
The delay was due to my indecision on what color I wanted to paint it. I finally went with a turquoisey-periwinkle blue spray paint (I LOVE spray paint!) and I think it fits with the kitchen colors and “vibe”.
Now, to do something about that lone (super classy) bottle of wine there….It seems as though somebody needs to get herself to the liquor store. STAT.
Have you ever done any woodworking? The only thing I made out of wood was a bookshelf in high school. A bookshelf that I asked my dad to help with. Which means that he made it, and then handed me the sandpaper and the stain and said “have fun” and went inside the house.
I guess I shouldn’t complain about that.