What's not to tolerate?
Annie is not content to tolerate. Annie is ready to enjoy!
Yecch. Look away.
Annie wore safety glasses to protect her from the ugly.
Things are always darkest before ... well, it was bad for a while.
These things will NOT come up. Annie tried ratcheting things that would not ratchet, a Dremel multi-tool, a hacksaw, bolt cutters, and language that melted our siding.
There was no basement bay access to the nuts holding the bolts in place. We tried to get some traction on the bottom side by using the crowbar to create tension. It created tension in my neck and back, but the bolts kept on spinning.
What worked: Phil and a bolt grinder [no photo because I was freakin' terrified]
Tuft Extraction Engineer. It's a real thing.
The carpet was probably pretty once.
Annie put down Allure.
It was hard.
|She's been dead a long time. Can I eat her now?|
I finished a piece of plywood we liked. Lighter than the 3/4" pieces we saw, and bigger.
Annie put down tread trim on the stairs. Don't look at the dirty swirls, look at the trim.
We're thinking about light folding chair options. Any suggestions?