When I say that Rick has been slaving, I mean that not even the greasy smell of Gorton's beer battered fish fillets being baked could lure him out of the basement. (Weird, right?) Take a look at the thing he chose over the dinner I slaved over
In my completely unbiased opinion, it's so not even in the same category as birdhouses. Good thing, too, because we've got enough birdhouses around here to last us quite a while.
(From this distance, it appears as those some of those birdhouses are wearing bras.
Which is more than can be said for that boob light on the ceiling.)
You might have also noticed that our office is sporting a new wall color. Here's the closest-to-reality picture of Behr's Poppyseed (it's a really deep blue):
|Hooray for room progress!|
I'm now off to sort through the 42 pictures I took of this desk-building process (okay, 41; one of them was of the cat) so that my post about how this desk was born has room for something other than images. Admittedly, I might have gone a little overboard with the camera, but hey, it was my husband's first real carpentry project, so it really ranks right up there with his first lost tooth, prom day, our wedding...how could I not document every second? :)