benched…
We’ve been oh-so-slooooowly renovating the exterior of the house. We’ve added one metric f-ton of mulch (and by we, I mean the hubby). Lots o’ plants. And, a couple of weeks ago, we finally installed the new storm door (that’s been sitting in the front hall for four months). And by “we,” I, again, mean someone else — mostly my dad.
So now that the major hardware in front is looking halfway presentable, it’s time to look at the rest. And, honestly, the front stoop (man, I love that word) just bores me to tears. We have a cool mailbox, and a really cool doorbell which, apparently, attracts toddler fingers with a force similar to that of the North Pole). The avocado green door will be painted, just as soon as we can figure out a color (so, eh, maybe October). On my wish list is slate tile to cover the ugly slick concrete and a bench. I didn’t even know I wanted a bench because, hey, we’ve got giant buckets of sidewalk chalk and various wiffle balls and plastic golf clubs for ornamentation. Then I saw this bench.
Now, I am not usually a big fan of benches — eh, a bench is a bench — but I’m lusting after this one. Alas, it’s $300. For a plastic bench. I’m thinking maybe the design is simple enough that I can manage this one as a DIY. And when I say “DIY,” I, of course, mean “Oh, Daaaaaaad!”
1 comment June 25th, 2008