So something in me thought it would be a great idea to carry 7 foot pieces of lumber home on the windiest day of the year. Seriously, those bitches were like sails. Sorry mom. It took years and cost thousands of lives, but eventually I dragged the wood up to my apartment and took out my handy pink hand-saw and got to work.
By the way, this hand-saw is the reason I started the “not pink” list – this is a running tally of things that, in the future, I’ll know not to buy JUST because they’re pink (the idea being that perhaps I should consider qualities of importance rather than their cute color). Also on the list: running shoes, dish soap, pens, antacids and bed sheets that pill after a day. ONE DAY.
Anyway, hours later I had chopped, sanded and painted my way to a partial ladder, only to stand it up and realize that it was completely crooked. I made the ladder-rookie mistake of measuring the placements for the rungs from the top of the posts instead of the bottom. Sigh. Take two led me to a relatively level result and I’ll take it. Yes, a stiff wind could blow these puppies over, but they lasted through the night and I’m calling it a success! This weekend Laura and I are scouting the brown elephant for the perfect last touches…wish us luck