About a year ago, Chris and I found a great old garden swing bench at a yard sale. We couldn’t figure out why it was so cheap, until we took it home and it promptly fell apart. Doh!
Never one to give up on a failing item (seriously, I’ve nursed our basil plant back from near compost food so many times), I somehow convinced Chris that it’d be worth our (ahem, mostly his) time to fix it, rather than looking for another. Easy for me to say.
We spent about $30 on wood, and crafted a sturdier bench that looks fabulous, is more comfortable than the originals, and that brings us a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Not bad! Now, adding in the time spent on getting this puppy just right might not pencil out quite as well, but we won’t talk about that.
I love that the one picture we have of the process is of me doing my very small part (Look, Ma, black hair!):
Yeah, tracing a line. I’m a real carpenter over here.
Chris was the hero of the day with this one, and this is our reward:
The first leisurely moment of my week - a lazy Friday morning with some good books, good coffee and fresh fruit with some garden basil. And my cat Norman staring at me from the neighbor’s porch. All is well with the world.
