Well, I was getting ready to assemble a 16×20 frame, when I realized that the woman who ordered it needed to give input on the finish.
While inspecting it, a piece just fell off with the sligtest tough from my finger. I didn’t think too much about it and threw it somewhere.
After showing my wife, her first response was, what happened there? Well, I thought it made it look more rustic, but apparently too rustic because that was the first response of the woman I was selling them to.
I was dismayed at the idea of a rebuild just because of some little piece that wanted to fall off. After all it could be glued back…and than I thought, aha!
So I searched the back of my truck, several piles of wood, throughout the shop and finally two heaping piles of sawdust, but I finally found it!
Thank God. Now just to glue it back on.
Anyone else have a similar lost and found experience?
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