We've all heard Bob the Builder chant these words, 'Reduce, Reuse, Recycle!' Haven't we? Haven't we all? I certainly have, that dvd was a favorite in our house for a while.
(OK. Here's a joke. What do Bob the Builder and Attila the Hun have in common? They both have the same middle name.
Thats funny, actually... don't you think?) ?? really? Ok, forget I wrote that.
We went to a second hand place this morning selling used construction... stuff. Like, windows
and timber
and one million (because Tom counted them) doors and bikes hung from the ceiling.
It even had, yes, of course,
the kitchen sink.
It was amazing. I loved it. There were some beautiful stained glass windows probably from the 20's or before. Why don't today's architects design panels of beautifully curved, symmetrical rose patterns for either side of our entry doors? Why?
It was also a bit sad.
I googled it. It was made in 1912. Imagine the first owner of this machine. The types of frocks she made on it. Her brother or husband probably went to the first world war. What happened? Did she laugh over this machine or cry? I really thought about this and hoped that my history doesn't end up as a rusty old sewing machine in a timber yard.
BUT, on a lighter note, why were we here? We're building a chook pen. Under the cubby house in the space where the seldom used sand pit is now.
I want it to look like the cubby house fell out of the sky and landed on a chook pen. And I've nearly convinced Rod of my vision...
I'm biding my time until I let it slip that I plan to paint it red. Barn red with a white trim. Happy chooks make good eggs, and I love eggs. I love chooks. I so can't wait. I'll keep you posted.
