Ok, so this week isn’t exactly a makeover. It’s not even close. It’s just a little table.
But if you look closely, you’ll see that it’s actually a lot more.
It’s actually my daughters’ own creation (with the help of plans from Ana, of course).
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do let my kids play with tools. I encourage it.
Anyone who knows me would laugh at the suggestion I am a feminist, but I suppose in this one way, maybe I am just a little. I want my girls to be able to do anything. Everything. I don’t want them to stick with traditionally feminine roles. I want them to be smart and confident and know that actually, they can fix things and build things and get dirty, just like the boys.
Better than the boys.
I think Ana is an inspiration in that regard. If you have ever seen her, she’s not exactly how you’d picture a female carpenter. She’s teeny tiny and absolutely gorgeous. She’s a femme fatale weilding a nail gun. How cool is that?
I want my daughters to know that they can do what they set their minds to do. And yes, I do hope that leads them to build things. Because it feels really, really great to look at something you created.
And also it feels great to save money.
This side table was created with wood I had left over from another project. However, if you’d like to build one yourself, it would cost around $15 in lumber. Not bad for a $199 Pottery Barn knock-off, eh? You can’t even order a swatch of wood from Pottery Barn for that price!
And every time I look at our table, I get to appreciate the kind of beauty that Pottery Barn can’t sell.
The cuts that aren’t quite straight
The holes that Lilly filled with caulk instead of wood putty
The love (and mess) that went into the paint job
The end result?
You can still see a few gaps.
The cuts weren’t perfect. The paint isn’t perfect. They were too impatient to sand properly.
Yet it’s still the most beautiful table we own, if you ask me.
Pottery Barn sells Perfect, no doubt.
But Knock-Off Wood gave us a pretty perfect day, and that’s worth a whole lot more to me.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.