Me and My Big Mouth

We've been looking for stuff to furnish my daughters's apartment.  It's a very small bachelor so not much is required.  She's supremely bummed that her dream of upgrading from her current twin size bed into a queen has been put on hold, for the next year at least.  Personally, I think for a single person a queen size bed is highly overrated.  I never venture far from my side.  But that may have more to do with the dog lying stretched out full length on the other.

Yesterday we went table hunting.  Something wooden with simple, straight lines.  You know -- rustic. She wants to paint it some funky colour so we're not talking good wood here.  After a discouraging day of furniture stores, junk stores and antique stores it was fairly evident that what she has in her mind is not easily found.  Not in our price range anyway.  Here's where the big mouth part comes in.

"I'll build you one."

I said that.  Me.  Really.

What was I thinking?  I built a bird house once.  It's pretty cool. But no bird has ever moved in.  Saw one looking in the door one time but apparently it didn't suit his taste.

So I've found a pattern for a perfectly simple table and, not only do I know what all the tools are on the "tools required" list, hey, I even own them.  But it was my Dad who was the wood craftsman in our family.  I'm just hoping I've learned something through osmosis or maybe I carry the wood gene in my DNA. Either way, I guess I'm building a table.

Sure hope a tree hasn't died in vain.