I haven’t had many “work” things to talk about.

Dad was my work buddy and when Dad couldn’t go to the garage, I didn’t want to go.

I still don’t want to go.

It was our place. Our fun place. I’ve made it out there a couple of times since December 30th but most days, I make excuses.

It’s too cold

There’s too many things to do inside.

Most days……I don’t want to.

It makes me sad.

Last week, our last project we worked on together was ready to be delivered.

She was a beautiful old dresser that had been handed down from parent to child. We had discussed what to do with her.

There was no hurry since she would be used in a bedroom that was still being repaired from Hurricane Irma.

That was good because hurry was not in our vocabulary. Dad had bad days and then really bad days. When I took on a job, it was always with the disclaimer, “there can’t be a time limit.”

So my friend and I discussed options and made a plan.

She didn’t want the majority of the wood to be painted.

She didn’t want the metal decorative pieces messed with. Never! I love those

She wanted the top piece removed if possible.

I love how with just a little elbow grease, paint and imagination, something forgotten can be turned into new and improved.

I didn’t take a final picture, but the side panels are painted too. Every other was painted gray like the front drawers.

It was still hard to get this beauty ready to go to it’s home without Dad. He loved the delivery part. Setting it up and making sure everything was perfect.

But we got it done. I had some help from the cutest guy I know.

Baby steps has been my motto. Lots and lots of baby steps.

Have a beautiful Thursday.

Charma