Mr. Man. Oh what can I say about my dear Mr. Man.
G.I. Joe by day, Holy-Smokin' Hot Carpenter by night.
He is building me a dream craft studio on the 3rd floor.
One side is the girls play room, the other is mine.
When we first decided to buy a bigger house I said I wanted a space all my own. A place where I could leave my scrapbook stuff spread out all over, a place that I could go paint or sew or nap or read or anything. My place.
All I asked was for some simple shelves, maybe a large table too.
Well friends, Mr. Man doesn't do simple
(and he decided to justify buying all the tools he's ever wanted on this project, you know, for me.)
Take a peak at what he's built so far (& I do mean what he built. I have the lowes receipts with tools/lumber/notions to prove it.)
so strong it can hold him! (it will double as a waxing table.)
blank spot is where my sewing machine will be
Only a few more weeks until it's complete!
Sabrina
