fail
Remember that time I said that I had become a dumpster diver and that I had given a door a new lease on life? You should. It was on Tuesday. Well, I had grand plans of creating an architectural design element slash kick trash photo frame for our sunroom. I wanted to sand it to remove the old paint. I (and by “I” I of course mean the mister) wanted to hang it horizontally so that the fifteen panes of glass could become fifteen photo frames. I planned to frame some family photos, some artwork from the babies, and perhaps some decorative fabric for a little extra flair. But none of that will ever happen.
All the exertion of making sure the coast was clear so no one would witness my first dive before I stepped out of the car, the folding down of the back seats of the van, the asking my six year old for help because I was not strong enough to lift a door alone, the 100 reminders to “please do not bang on the glass or touch the metal hardware for the love of all that is good and holy” that were gently spoken from the driver’s seat of the van to the angelic passengers in the backseat on the ride home, the pollen that was caked on my pants and hands and hair, ALL of that was wasted. Would you like to know why this whole would be craft ended before it began? The answer, in a word, is TERMITES. The door is INFESTED with creepy crawly termites.
Thank the Lord we kept the door in the garage and not in our house. I was so sad when the mister yelled out that THE DOOR IS COVERED, NO SCRATCH THAT, SWARMING IN TERMITES. My first dumpster dive ended in sadness, but it did teach me a good lesson. That being, if that some one throws something away there could very well be a legitimate reason. A reason like termites.
This was a craft fail, but I will persevere. I will dive again. Just you wait.
