…my first thought was, “Now, he’s not only washing and drying my laundry for me, he’s IRONING it, too?”
(If you missed that story, Dad’s remodeling our bathroom and 3rd bedroom, and he’s been doing laundry for me, since he goes down to the basement for tools constantly, anyway. It’s really helpful, because my 33 week pregnant belly makes it hard to carry a laundry basket.)
This is the laundry he did for us today: mostly hubby’s chore clothes
But that’s NOT what he was ironing.
Remember this disastrous project? Many of you commented on that post, and I was comforted by all your support and suggestions.
Well, Daddy came to my rescue again. He had a piece of oak plywood “just lying around” so he cut a few inches off of it, and then used this super simple iron-on veneer edging to make the edges pretty.
(Does anyone love the smell of fresh cut oak as much as I do?)
Just iron it on…
and sand the edges smooth.
I told him I’d go ahead and unscrew the ruined top, and screw the other one on. He told me he’d do it himself. He doesn’t trust me. Ridiculous, since I’m trusting him with my laundry and all. :)
Hopefully this changing table saga will have a happy ending soon, thanks to my Daddy!