We came. We sawed. We failed.
$800+ in materials, 2 weekends of work, and the planter boxes I have been building with my brother are wrong. Now what...
One of the love languages in my family is building things. Cars, houses... and planter boxes for the front porch of my 1905 colonial in Newport, Rhode Island.
The last 2 weekends have been amazing as my brother and I measured, sawed, glued, kreg'd and sanded these bad boys.
It's been rewarding to create something, to stand outside in the cold, work with your hands, and laugh with your best friend.
“Being one of the first at Home Depot on a Sunday is its own kind of church.”
The boxes are gorgeous. We overbuilt them for the space.
Heading back to the drawing board as we determine if they need to be taken apart and rebuilt or if we need to start over from scratch. I wish the boxes were sitting proudly on my porch, but I would have been sad to see the project end. Isn't that it, though? Building something together is the thing.
It's the journey not just the destination. Agreed?
