The wife is always the last the know. Isn’t that the way it usually goes? Sure, there are signs. Receipts. Strange behaviors you can’t explain. Faraway glances. That’s right. My husband has been hiding something from me. For six years, he kept the secret so well-hidden. But now it’s out.
That’s right, my husband has mad woodworking skills! And he never told me!
I mean, yes, there was the occasional home repair project he seemed just a little too proficient at. And he’s a master at putting together Ikea furniture. But I never suspected this. .
That’s right, my husband has mad woodworking skills! And he never told me!
I mean, yes, there was the occasional home repair project he seemed just a little too proficient at. And he’s a master at putting together Ikea furniture. But I never suspected this. .
Can you believe he up and made this completely adorable table for the kids? (Not the chairs; they are from the neighbor and have been collecting dust in our basement for two years) And he painted it, and the chairs to match! (My suggestion on the colors—they coordinate with the toy box that my father-in-law made and painted for Max, which he’ll get on his 3rd birthday in a few weeks).
Anyway, here is how it started:
Allen: I think maybe I want to build something.
Me: Okay, do you know how to build things?
Allen: I’ll figure it out. What should I build?
Me: How about building a little art/activity table for the kids, since we’ve been looking for them at flea markets and haven’t found what we want?
Allen: Okay. I’ll build that.
A few conversations with his dad, some borrowing of tools, and three days later, I come home from a day-long meeting, and the table is done.
But wait, there is more! After he built the table, he wanted another project. He decided to build a giant shelf to organize the awful, messy, cluttered, downright scary part of the unfinished side or the basement. He decided that on like Wednesday and by Friday, it was done.
Anyway, here is how it started:
Allen: I think maybe I want to build something.
Me: Okay, do you know how to build things?
Allen: I’ll figure it out. What should I build?
Me: How about building a little art/activity table for the kids, since we’ve been looking for them at flea markets and haven’t found what we want?
Allen: Okay. I’ll build that.
A few conversations with his dad, some borrowing of tools, and three days later, I come home from a day-long meeting, and the table is done.
But wait, there is more! After he built the table, he wanted another project. He decided to build a giant shelf to organize the awful, messy, cluttered, downright scary part of the unfinished side or the basement. He decided that on like Wednesday and by Friday, it was done.
It’s a monster. I really couldn’t even get a good picture of it. Please do not look at the total mess that is the unfinished side of our basement. This is why we need a giant shelf to organize it. Apparently, he has a vision for the basement of everything in perfect order, with its own place. Sounds beautiful to me!
This morning, he said: “I need another project.” Is there a sweeter sound in the world?
I think it’s time for me to get out the secret list I’ve been keeping in the event that my husband turns out to have crazy woodworking skills that I knew nothing about!
Anyway, the kids love the table. Max has already built elaborate cities on it with his blocks. And seriously, is there anything cuter than the way kids’ feet dangle off chairs?
This morning, he said: “I need another project.” Is there a sweeter sound in the world?
I think it’s time for me to get out the secret list I’ve been keeping in the event that my husband turns out to have crazy woodworking skills that I knew nothing about!
Anyway, the kids love the table. Max has already built elaborate cities on it with his blocks. And seriously, is there anything cuter than the way kids’ feet dangle off chairs?
I can’t wait to post about whatever his next project is (since I seem to have no time to do my own projects—my crazy deadline is almost over though!)
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