Why, why, why, why, WHY do I think of all the best ways of doing stuff after I’ve already blown apart my first idea? It’s like I can see the future every freakin’ time, but it has to be fueled by making a mistake though.
So, hm… taking this thing apart might be a bit of a challenge at this point. Unless I misread the Titebond label about set time…last night. ahem
Well then, right-o… I’ve got the fix for this. No, not really, but I’ve more or less got a plan though you see! Probably not the best, but it is cheap, easy, and will cover up all of THAT; spray paint. Now that I am versed in. That I can do. I’m the best in my area (that I know of) when it comes to painting with spray cans. The story behind that though, is for another time. Well, not really. Either way I don’t like the fact that I’m going to be painting what was supposed to be a nice stain job, but to be quite frank about it, I just don’t see the point in putting all kinds of restorative measures into something that will probably be broken, or forgotten to the side.
Ugh, kids now days with their I-whatevers and their flimfloosers, and rim-tim-tubers! I swear I feel like… oh nevermind. All I’m saying is when I was a kid I was so thankful to get my real wooden Lincoln Logs, and steel tracked-power transformer having-way to unsafe to now days standards Lionel train set. Now kids want Angry Birds credits, or Farmville points, or whatever PFFFFT.
Okay, done with my little misdirected bout of frustration.
Oh yeah, the mattresses are made out of pink styro left over from a rather interesting project involving using outdoor winter air to cool my wife’s computer once long ago. She is going to upholster the pink blocks of foam, and has made adorable little bed sets to go with it.
-- If you learn a lot from your mistakes then I must be a freakin' genius!