swing me to sleep

First of all, let me just say that it has been a fabulous weekend of projects - and even better - projects with the family. It actually all began a few years ago at my aunt Diane's house (the place of holiday celebration - that is, all nationally recognized holidays and those we've invented over the years). It was the 4th of July and I had retreated to the air conditioning of my aunt's corner full of design and decorating magazines... a love we've always shared. As I was thumbing through one I remember a photograph of a hanging bed catching my eye.

I still have that page and the idea sort of lingered in the back of my mind until this weekend when I saw it come to life.

I have to admit though, that one of the most enjoyable parts of my swinging bed was the process of making it. I didn't realize how long it had been since I'd been to the hardware store with my dad and it definitely brought back quite a few memories.... those giant metal carts to tote wood (that might as well have been a playground on wheels back in the day) and all those little drawers with the different sized screws and gadgets... and of course the isle with the multitude of paint chips.

Basically, I have this deep, unexplainable love for projects and the stores that supply me with the stuff to make them.

So we get home with all of our building materials, pull out the power tools, then several long hours and a few splinters later...

Yes, and it is even more fabulous than I expected! More swinging, (literally - as in, up against the wall until some modifications were made) yet fabulous! Is there anything my father can't do given a little wood and some power tools... I think not.