Thursday, March 11, 2010
Happiness? Finding My Inner ManChild
Now, I know that plenty of pink toolbelts exist out there. That many women are excellent at swinging the hammer.
I, however, am not.
I tried it.
Mennonite Disaster Service. Ever heard about it? Well, the year that I joined, we really put the "disaster" back into MDS.
Thanks to people who have joined my blogs lately, I've had the great pleasure of browsing through their very extensive and interesting blogrolls. I've seen site upon site of women making and doing truly awe-inspiring stuff with junk.
Me? I have my talents, but fixing the shifty furniture that I gravitate towards is something I've never been all that proficient in. But after perusing site after site; I thought- how hard can it be?! Besides. I had a really great rocking chair that we bought when our fifteen year old Arianna was a baby. Two of the springs had sproinged and I'd hidden it away in the basement away from further damage by curious other-people's-kids.
I have noticed though, that I'm not getting any younger. I'm not really moving into other career fields either; and if I'm to fully enjoy the things that I enjoy, it's time to fix 'em up and put 'em out.
So, I remembered that several million couches ago, I took the pains of taking out all the springs before dumping the dusty old straw sack into junk hill. Armed with little more than a ball of string, some old couch springs, wood glue, and One Nap Time.... I tackled that wiley old chair.
I bungled and bongled those repurposed springs into place; tied the whole mess up with string, and black shoe polished her leather.
Okay, so maybe don't lie down on my living room floor and stare up at the bottom of the rocking chair, 'kay?
'Cuz right-side-up, it is looking F-I-N-E!
(and it sits real nice to boot)
All I've got left to do now is unearth that one wooden slat on her back.
And keep the monkeys off of her.