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The rehab continues.

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Another few days of sweat equity and my husband is still at it.

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His dedication to the rehab of the discarded free furniture is actually quite impressive. Shame he doesn’t show the same enthusiasm for my honey do list, but what can I say? Things you don’t have to do are always more rewarding.

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The six chairs turned out to be more of a job than he bargained for but the result was a definite improvement.

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But here’s where it got amusing… at least for me. My husband went to a craft store and purchased fabric to recover the cushions.

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Did he choose a nice quality, attractive fabric? Of course not, he’s a man. But it was fresh and clean…. and standing to the side watching him play seamstress was priceless.

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Look at that cute little Suzy Homemaker.

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Okay, there was a hammer for fine tuning… Martha Stewart he’s not. But even I had to admit the results made a difference.

Before –

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After –

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To be continued…..

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28 thoughts on “The rehab continues.”

      1. You obviously, don’t know me—when it comes to ‘mechanics’ I got a 0 on my NYU vocation test!! I bang a nail in the wall and the whole wall falls down! 4 chairs??? OMG!!!

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      2. I thought I couldn’t do such things either. But I tried anyway, and while they aren’t the best looking things, I built a new landing and step for my front door when the one the builders made rotted. I made a wooden bike rack so we could park our bicycles in the back yard, complete with locking mechanisms, and I built a doubledecker birdfeeding station when we were getting 100s of birds at a time before we had a huge wildfire in the area and most of the birds either died or moved somewhere else. I made them all without plans (hence the not-so-great look) and mostly from scrap lumber laying around the yard from taking down a rotting garage.
        I.m betting I could recover chair seats too now, as long as the chair frames are finished.
        No, I will not be building a new house when this one rots — it’s bound to considering who built it. Funny, that company no longer exists, and the owner is nowhere to be found!

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      5. In my world ‘try’ means failure—eliminate the word try from any sentence and the sentence immediately becomes a positive one.
        I live in Fort Lauderdale, Florida! :O)

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      6. Whatever your politics, I feel sorry for you having to live there. I once felt the same way about the word try, but really, it is all in how it is meant. To try something new is NOT to fail before you even start. Even if you try something a number of times, as long as you learn from your trials you will usually succeed if success is at all possible.
        So now I keep trying, and watch for whatever mistakes I am making. Eventually I run out of mistakes…

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