A deep, dark, dirty DIY blogger confession.
I don't know how to use cutting power tools.
This has been something that Kyle has always done, for a myriad of reasons not to discount continuing pregnancy, modified bedrest, broken limbs, and of course the fact that the only people I know of off hand that are more accident prone than me are my sister and my mother, so you know, I'm not going to fight genetics.
But, obviously, this now leaves me in a hard place as Kyle no longer lives at L'Casa and there's still about 328197328179 projects that need finished up, almost all of which require using light machinery to cut things.
I'm also not comfortable with cutting things with machines by myself, lest I hurt myself because my kids don't know how to call 911 yet and are still mostly confused when phone calls don't involve streaming video.
Kids these days, right?
While I usually tout that there is nothing the oracle (that's Google) can't teach you, I'm super wary of learning this without adult supervision.
So a lot of things, including my creative heart, are at a stalemate.
This is where you come in.
I spend a lot of my quiet moments these days perusing Pinterest and getting my leggings in a twist because my wheels start turning, but I don't have the ability to produce like I once did. Aside from the whole greater issue of my remaining in this house or not (WHICH I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT BECAUSE JUST SETTLE THE EFF DOWN, OKAY? UNLESS YOU HAVE A FREE HOUSE IN A PERFECT AREA WITH GREAT SCHOOLS AND ARE GIVING ME A RENO BUDGET, SHUSH) I just don't have the time or finances to make things happen, which makes me sad.
So instead, I want to make some things for you.
This is your open invitation for use of my brain -- for just about any DIY project you've got. I need to get this mental energy out and I'd rather someone benefit from it.
And for free, at that.
So leave me a comment or shoot me an email and let's play, yeah?
I could use something positive in my life. Karma will treat you kindly, I promise.