Well I never.
This story begins with impulse shopping of the grandest scale.
Hubby and I have been talking and talking, whinging and talking, whinging and whining, about getting a new bed for the longest time.
I said lets wait till we buy our house, hubby agreed, conversation on hold.
House bought, no money left to buy said bed, conversation on hold.
Hubby meets someone who can “do-a-deal”. This “deal” sees us in a very large bedding store “getting-a-quote”.
The sales person in the store sees us and thinks – “creatures of comfort” or “suckers” – I’ll let you choose.
Oh how lovely…..if you don’t take into consideration – the bed won’t fit; we don’t have the money; I need new sheets conscience, that was hanging over our heads…..anyhow.
The bed is in, it is paid for (nearly) and our new sheets are lovely. Our only residual problem was we needed bed side tables that would fit.
Carpenter Meaghan to the rescue!
Two neat, little side tables that we can sit our lamps, clocks, bits and bobs on.
They aren’t perfect. Hacked out with a handsaw, hammer, nails and a can of spray paint. But I have to say I’m super proud of them and happy with the result.
Woodworking confidence is now at an all time high and I’m wondering whether or not I attempt to build the built in bookcases that I would like either side of the fire place.
I’ll keep you posted.