Sooo here I sit and it's raining outside (we do need it so forest fire season doesn't get out of control) so I really don't want to complain. It just looks so darn gloomy out there. I guess I will go to my 'studio' hahaha and hopefully, my sewing machine and create.....
I showed my Dad my
I have claimed it as mine and my children think I'm weird when I ride it, but OMG it brings me back to my 'kid' days. I attempted to ride to a girlfriends place but my hands got too cold, lol, so I will try again another day. My Dad thought it was kinda cool too, hope he doesn't mind that I'm posting a pic of him, heehee. I made a yummy treat for my Dad too while they were here. He was looking for some yummy cinnamon buns at the Market and they just didn't look yummy enough, so I made some. Now the temps here have not exactly been scorching so the dough didn't rise to my liking overnight, but they still tasted pretty good, may have to make them sooner than later.
Now I had been nagging my hubby to make me a serving tray (most likely never to be used as such) and he finally did. I rounded up left over pine boards, snagged some free handles off of tossed out cabinets (yet another moment my kids thought I was weird, I grabbed a screw driver and scooted on over to the pile of smashed wood left by who knows who outside of a school and proceeded to save the handles from a trip to the landfill) a quick coat of paint and glaze and they looked 'vintage', then I distressed the whole thing, stained, waxed and voila;
I have worked on a few other projects over the last few days as well and will post pics soon, but on a vintage note, a friend stopped over to give my Dad and hubby a ride in his cool vintage car. My Dad is a huge, huge, car enthusiast. It definitely put a smile on his face, my hubby has already been for ride in the car, but gladly went for another. This pic I believe has the hydraulics totally lowered to the ground., the entire trunk is loaded with batteries to operate the hydraulic lift system and oh ya a huge stereo system too.