Tuesday, September 25, 2007
one more sleep
I can hardly believe that we will be opening our doors tomorrow. Yay, years of hoarding, collecting, dust catching may all be worth it. A story about the pigeon holes in our shop. They were once oregon beams holding up a ceiling. We saved them from the wood heap, overloaded a trailer to a friends warehouse for six months. They renovated so we packed them up (not an easy feat) and drove them to our old house in the burbs where they lived down the side for 18 months. Time to move again, jacknifing a trailer in the process, travelling 40km an hour to the shop front, where they sat for a while longer, before going to the sawmill for milling. Pick up again and take to a talented man/friend/carpenter and hey presto pigeon holes. Then Nick and I added a bit of snazz, tongue oil and board game backing. Phew. There was much wailing, splinters, gnashing of teeth and what are we lugging this around for (by me), but I'm glad we did.