Friday, March 28, 2008

Day off

Since I worked this weekend, I was off today.

My dad left at lunchtime today to return home; he'd been here since Saturday afternoon, having driven here with the kids to return them to us, as well as to assemble the headboard he'd built for us.

After enjoying breakfast and a trip to the river (yes, it's high, but no, I don't think my neighborhood, or any other neighborhood nearby, will be flooded), my dad left in his car.

I spent much of the next few hours cleaning up my bedroom. The new headboard includes bookshelves, so I shelved books (books, I might add, that have been sitting in my room in boxes for many months) and straightened up and changed sheets and dusted and vacuumed. And then, yes, I basked in the cleanness of the room.

This headboard is pretty awesome. I designed it months ago for my dad to build (he's cool like that), and the finished product is actually more impressive than I expected. And the assembly is great in that it easily comes apart into the two bookshelf units (which are a foot deep and a foot wide and six feet tall, quite easily transported via Prius), the fabric-covered board and the top board, which are (obviously) flat. So it can move without being a monster to move.

Oh, and yes, it has built-in lights. Because that's how I roll.

And yes, I know it would be totally mean to tell you how awesome it is and not to post pictures, so here you go. Please to enjoy.

5 comments:

Ashleigh Carroll said...

LOVE that. Can he make me one?

Anonymous said...

Very nice. Of course in our house it would be full of useless clutter within twenty seconds.

Ah well, a man can dream.

Noodle said...

NICE! I looks great!

Anonymous said...

Wow! I love the headboard. Good job to both you and your dad. Would he be interested in adopting another grown gal with kids? ;-)

Anonymous said...

Where's the mirror?

Hey, is there anything you CAN'T do? I'll add designing furniture to my list of things to worship Kaleigh for.

Oh yeah, this is Becca. That one friend who never calls or writes you. I still love you, though.