It all started, as most DIY disasters do, with the prettiest Pinterest image. Whimsical DIY dreamcatchers with gold beads, rustic twine, and pastel-coloured feathers.
Surely I could make that! DIY dreamcatchers would be an easy project and look great in our daughter’s bedroom.
I picked up a couple of thin gold hoops and some packages of beads — metallic gold, but also plain wood so I could paint them.
I couldn’t find feathers in the soft colours I wanted (pale purples, pinks and blues) so I bought plain white goose feathers and figured it would be easy to dye them.
The last item on my list was thin strips of leather, so I ended up buying a quarter-metre so I could cut it into strips myself. I was pumped to get started. I was so overly confident that I actually thought, ‘Maybe I can start making these to sell. DIY dreamcatchers would be so popular!’
Oh, if only I knew then . . .
It’s rare for our family to have a day on the weekend when all four of us are totally free. My husband works most Saturdays and Sundays, so I often feel guilty that our weekends aren’t packed with the cozy family togetherness I see happening with so many of our friends and neighbours.
Sometimes it feels like the rest of the world has Saturdays and Sundays off, and we’re “lacking” because our weekends aren’t jam-packed with cute family activities.
After a brief stop for doughnuts — fuel for bowling — we filed into the alley as a foursome. I guessed correctly at shoe sizes for the kids (their little feet are always somewhat of a mystery) and slipped into my own pair of 8s. (I love, love, love wearing bowling shoes. I know that sounds weird, but they fit me better than any shoes, ever.)
Now, my husband has always been a good bowler. His parents used to be in a league, and I’m convinced there is bowling talent in his DNA. He winds up very professionally and has a powerful swing that makes the pins explode with loud cracking sounds.
We have plans to work on a bunch of rooms in her home, but we’re focusing on three specifically at the moment. I’ve been loading up my truck with her furniture and taking it back to my basement to be trimmed and sanded and painted and stained. I’ve been piling lumber in the back of the truck and heading home to build her totally custom pieces. I’ve been taking thrift store finds — excitedly discussed over Facebook Messenger — and tweaking them so they’re perfect for the spaces.
I’ve been taking a TON of photos of the progress and I can’t wait to show them to you once the rooms are finished.
There is something about this entire experience that just feels RIGHT. Sometimes I dream about being able to do something like this all of the time. Put the kids on the school bus, hop into the truck, head out to somebody’s house, tour around and make notes while we chat about ideas, and then go home and start turning those sketches into REAL rooms.