I enjoy building things provided they aren't too complicated (IKEA, piles of debt). I did assist in a number of Roberts family constructions in my youth, including a massive chickenhouse/work shed. It is Vermont's only Brutalist chickenhouse/work shed and will never come down, neither by the hand of man nor that of nature.
Had I done this by myself the bed might still be in pieces under our bed, covered with a downy layer of discarded cat fur. If it was together, it certainly wouldn't look as nice. It is a certainty that a butterknife would be employed at some point as a screwdriver. Luckily, there are no substitute tools in H's world; he either has it or it does not yet exist. In one case we had to wait for a tool to be invented.
I think it came out nice and thought I'd share it. Sorry for the length, but I wanted to show it from beginning to end. Don't worry-- the baby's in the last few. She spent nearly all of last night in it, and lay in it this morning in the living room. She's in it right now!











We burnished it once it had dried, blending the colors. H then sprayed it with a lacquer.




* R adds: Is it me, or, in this last pic, does our darling Z has an amazing resemblance to Vinnie Jones or some other footballer yob? Awwww.
3 comments:
the bed's beautiful, and WOW so is she!!!
xoxo
I've got a nice series of photos documenting the finishing touches family act, if'n you want 'em.
It came out so nice.
Yes, please!
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