Initiative is something I wish my dishes had. Seriously, once used, they just sit there in the sink, waiting for me (oh, the nerve) to give them a massage and a scrub and pat them dry and even put them snugly on their shelves. Every single time. It’s terrible I tell you.
To talk about something nicer, which proved both intimidating and empowering: I used my first “dangerous” power tool. And this post is – mostly – about cutting lattice. And using a dremel. And the power tool I am most afraid of.
When we flew back from Greece, (just in time for Thanksgiving’s dinners – perfect timing!), the first view of our home was pretty…sad. It looked so neglected with its summer plants all dead, the hanging pots gone, bags of dirt and mulch plopped in the driveway and the unfinished look that our porch has sported even before we bought the house – who knows for how many years – giving the unattractive view of an abandoned shack.
I had to do something the quick (as in immediately) and dirty (as in dirt – literally) to shape up our front porch for the holidays season. First of all, see how bad it was: