Just the other day when Mom and I were stamping bags for the shop, let’s just say I made a little mess on her kitchen table with the bottle of black ink. Ooooopsie. Mom, being the patient woman she has always been, just kinda smiled and said, “Candace, you and your projects. Just like when you were this tall (raising her hand to her waist). Always makin’ a mess.” Ha ha! We laughed as we wiped up the puddle of black ink. No harm. It came right up!
Funny how things come full circle… after all that my mom taught me as a little girl, it was time I paid her back and taught her how to do something… use a power tool!!! Oh, boy! It was fun!! Remember this shot of the shop, when I showed off the barn wood walls? Well, all I see is that bright white door blaring like the headlight of a motorcycle on a dark country road. We had to do something to rust it up a bit!!
I brainstormed on what I could use and came across a stash of rusty ‘ol license plates I had been hoarding for just the right project. I think this is it! I measured the door and the license plates. It was perfect. The door was 24 inches wide, the exact same width as two license plates. But I knew I didn’t want two license plates going straight down the door in two columns, that’s boring! I wanted it to look more pieced together. So I pulled them all out and did a little math!
After a little figuring… I had it. Here’s what I did. I decided to do a row of two whole license plates. Then I would chop a license plate in half and put two halves with the whole to make two wholes, make sense? And I did the same by cutting at the 1/4 mark and so on. So it all looked mismatched and pieced together but really there was a pattern to it! I used my handy tin snips to cut the plates.
But that’s where the work stopped for me! I give all the DIY props for this awesomeness to my Mom!! I think it’s safe to say I masterminded the project. Yes, that’s a word. <wink> And Mom carried it out! It’s one of those ‘other’ work days that doesn’t get documented on the blog. My parents have put in quite a few of those days over the past few weeks! It takes a village!
It took Mom no time to get the pattern down… and she was on a roll!! Hammerin’ those plates up and movin’ on down the door. After about a third of the door was complete, we noticed that as she would hammer in a plate, the plates at the top were coming loose. Shoot. The nails weren’t holding. Time for Plan B. And power tools!! I broke out the drill and showed Mom how to swap out the bit, and use that to screw the plates in place. It took her a few tries, but once she got it, she was on a roll with that too!! This was her… I’m-not-sure-about-this-face.
I moved on to help with the burlap and the next thing I know, Mom says “Oww!!” I go over… and she’s got blood dripping down her thumb! Seriously? What happened? I turn my back for one minute. Ha ha!!! She says she got too confident and was whizzing through the plates when the drill slipped and a screw caught her thumb. It wasn’t too bad once we got it cleaned up. With no band-aids around, I whipped up a little DIY. An antiseptic wipe, a paper towel, and some packing tape. Yup! It did the trick!!
And just like any real trooper, she kept going until it was done!! She decided to replace the one New York tag at the top of the door with a NC tag dated 1981, the year I was born!! It’s those small touches that only a Mom would do!! And now, every time I look at that door, I will remember the fun we had that night. Battle scars and all!!
P.S. Remember the wee little ink spill on the kitchen table?? We all make our messes!! Ha ha!! I get it honest!! Love you, Mom!! This little dream wouldn’t be possible without you!!