Like this mailbox.
|Thin piece of cement board attached for starters|
It's the first point of contact for what may lie down the long and winding road.
It's a big box, the kind that can have a whole package stuffed inside it, and a few days ago it was in a sorry state of disarray.
|Faux roof and cement board backing|
That was the downhill spiral of the wood, and one by one over the course of a year each lat fell or started to hang off the box leaving people to wonder if down the long driveway you would find a house with boarded up windows.
|Notice the chicken?|
I wasn't aiming for perfection, I just wanted it a bit tougher so it could handle someone elses aim or anything that's thrown at it - literally.
Not spending any money was a top priority, so reusing what we had was necessity. At any time the mailbox could fall victim to teenage pranks, and I didn't want to cry over an empty beer bottle that my fancy, pricey, new mailbox needed to be replaced.
All was going well....
I made a high tech tool out of a soda lid to use as a spreader for the glue.
The cement was mixed and poured over the rocks as a grout....
A trusty paint stirrer stick was used by Brawn to sculpt away excess cement....
What the helll? I know this was a low expectation project, but I wasn't going for little red barn mister!
I didn't hold back, I let my feelings out...... I exclaimed that it looked like schidtt.
Lovingly of course.
I was promptly handed a paint brush.
Then, much like this post, the mailbox project came to a screeching halt.
Done or not, dirty rocks, red roof and all, it needed to be returned to it's post since it had already missed a couple days of mail delivery.
But first I got out a can of gray spray paint.
And that has me mad.
Why? Because I like to paint in my jammies.
Guess I have to get dressed for this task.
The mailbox and me will be back in a day or two, both of us dressed, but only one being revealed.
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