08/02/2026
While here in Minnesota, I took a look through our family photos to try to find the very first thing I ever made (mostly) by myself. I measured and nailed it together while my dad made the cuts with the chopsaw.
Behold, the scrap horse! 😆 I couldn't find any full photos, but it was a mess of scrap 2x4s, plywood, and smaller pieces with some weird plastic rope that I frayed so it would look like a mane and tail. I made 2, one for me and one for my little sister. The plywood was sharp-edged and hard on our butts and they were sooo wobbly, but they lasted for several hours before they started falling apart from poor construction and we had so much silly fun playing on them! 🤣
A few years later I made a rustic birdhouse bench from 100-year-old fence wood that lasted another 20+ years, will share that next time. Building and creating has always been a passion, which definitely came from my parents who spent countless hours re-building and refinishing our 100-year old house to modernize it while keeping it's old world charm. We spent most of our childhood with something under construction, taped off, or walking on bare plywood floors while it was happening, and as crazy as it may sound, those are some of my fondest memories ❤️
