Love Makes It Cute

First off, let me tell you that I have a wonderful husband.  Yes, yes, I know that you're husband (wife/partner/other) is wonderful, too.  But mine is really wonderful.

This is a man who brings me breakfast in bed for no reason other than he was up before me.  Who, while I was in university and constantly running 20 mins behind, always had my lunch, books, a steaming travel mug of Caf Lib and a kiss waiting for me at the door.  Who built me a custom composting station and rain water basin for a previous birthday and is refinishing a vintage bicycle for my coming birthday (*swoon* all worth more than gold in my book).  He even agreed to let me gut our storage room and declare it my "Studio" ...on the condition that he could finally put a punching bag in our living room - well, okay..!  And of course - you were expecting this one - he puts up with me and all of my shenanigans.

I'm still in the never-ending process of organizing my studio space.  For a work table, I mounted an old door onto a wooden shelving unit that we'd cut in half (actually, these shelves used to constitute "the pantry" - which is another amusing title due to the cozy nature of our one-bedroom suite).  Since the shelves made the work space pretty high and I wasn't willing to sacrifice an inch of crafty storage space, we sought out an appropriately tall chair at a local thrift shop.  All excited, I brought the chair home, grandly placed it before the table and ...Voila!  It was perfect!  Just the right height for me to work comfortably for hours on crafty projects.

Only later did I realize one important defect:  my feet couldn't reach the sewing machine pedals!

So I asked my wonderful husband - his name is Kye, btw - if he could please make a stool for my sewing machine and serger pedals.  He likes to do handy things, which is a handy thing for me.  My special request was that it have a wooden bar along the top back edge to prevent me from kicking off the pedals (or whatever... I have a knack for such silliness.).

So while I was busy doing something else, he used some scrap wood to construct a special little stool just for me.  Then he came and got me and showed me my surprise.

Here it is!
(in front of a fabric stash)

How adorable is this stool?!

Okay, so this little baby will never sit in a museum or be sold for hundreds of dollars.

It will not suite everybody's artistic or decorative preferences.

But I love it.

And I think it's wonderful.  And sweet.  And cute.

Love Makes It Cute.   :)