I’ve finally realized exactly what I bring to the table for our renovating efforts.
It’s not any functional skill. I don’t build things. I rarely use power tools. I can barely read instructions to assemble a piece of furniture. I don’t even do very good at handing tools to the person doing the work. (Squirrel.)
- Delegating work to skilled workers?
- Inspiring vision?
- Encouraging the gifts of others?
See what I did there? I just turned the words bossy, high-strung, and demanding into great, resume-worthy skills.
That’s another gift.
So, anyhow. A few months ago, I had a vision of exactly what I wanted to build in the barn garage. It was a mash-up of a lot of different things I’d seen but obviously much more awesome.
I wanted three extra long and extra strong workbenches on wheels. These would also have two shelves below for storage of all the junk we have in our possession. They would CHANGE OUR LIVES FOREVER.
So I asked my dad if he’d teach me how to make them.
(You are all stifling your laughter, aren’t you? My dad totally is.)
So, I didn’t help make these at all. Which is sort of my M.O. at this point.
But, I did “delegate work to skilled workers,” “inspire vision,” and “encourage the gifts of others.”
I love Papa Bear so much. He built these and they are amazing and I love them so much I could kiss them.
Each one took 17-2x4s, more than a sheet of plywood, an ungodly amount of screws, and 4 hours of Papa Bear’s time. I wouldn’t actually have proof of that because I wasn’t there. But here’s how his prototype looked.
They are beastly, but perfect for our space. As a bonus, they are on wheels, which makes them really simple to move around. And they are bar height, which Ryan tells me is a handy height for drinking beers.
This is an example of a win-win-win, folks.
Now, I need to paint them. But what color?
I was thinking navy. But then I thought slate gray. And then I considered barn red.