My husband laid down a massive challenge and he didn't even know what he was doing.
The result:
Here's how the story goes...The result:
Remember this pile of wood from many posts ago...and my promise to do something with it?
For nearly 10 years we've not had a headboard for our king sized bed. Why?
1) Simply put, we are cheap. We want real solid hardwood quality crafted in the USA for next to nothing (is that really too much to ask for?).
2) Can we possibly fit yet another piece of furniture into our tiny 1956 "master" bedroom that really has nothing "master" about it?
Love, love, love the "reclaimed wood" look of this mission style headboard by Pottery Barn. Totally my style. Don't love the $800 price tag.
So I got the grand idea to build our headboard using these plans from Ana White (easy carpentry plans made for carpentry dummies like myself).
Though I've never built anything on my own, I'm feeling inspired. I tell my husband my grand idea (specifically the making it myself part). He laughs. Or was it a scoff? Maybe it was a chuckle? Or a snicker? Regardless of what it was...after that reaction there was no way I'd be asking him to pick up a hammer and help me on this one!
I could buy wood and beat the heck out of it in an effort to make it look old, or...I could be a scavenger. I found free wood (remember the "we're cheap" part?). Here's the woodpile it all started from, courtesy of my parents (reclaimed from old cedar decking).
We don't have a table saw to rip boards down so it was Daddi-o to the rescue. I decided this does not count as me cheating for the "on my own" part of this project since it isn't the hubster helping (since he's the one that laid the challenge down in the first place). Anyway, thanks dad!
The measured and cut wood sat in my garage for a few months drying out. Oh, who am I kidding? With two boys under 5, the thought of trying to get a project done from start to finish in one fell swoop was a bit hindering.
A break in our rainy Oregon weather, and child labor to the rescue! Again, not cheating - what kind of mother would I be if I didn't encourage his creative little mind, after all?!
My helper soon left me and ventured on to his own building project - after a wardrobe change, of course, because who doesn't do carpentry without wearing a swimsuit and bare feet?
I had to lay it all out to refresh my memory on how this puzzle fits together (again, months sitting in my garage), and also to see what parts wouldn't show. Why? Because I'm lazy and hate sanding. If I don't see it, then it doesn't need to be sanded, right?
None of these weathered boards were as straight as they used to be. The top board was probably the most warped. See the big gap? Me no likey.
Solved by using wood screws and sheer force! Sunk down with wood pegs to cover, making it pretty. It's all about pretty.
Project finished before staining. The old stains, nicks, chips, old nail holes, and other beat up parts and pieces are gonna look great for my weathered look.
Filling nail holes (All my Trading Spaces watching came in handy since I used a technique of mixing saw dust with wood glue that I saw on there...works awesome!), a final sweep of the sander, stain, and applying tung oil as a finish...
Here is my headboard in all its glory! Oooohh perty!
Hubby went from skeptical to bowing down at my feet in wonder and awe. Okay, maybe not, but he is impressed. Says it looks pretty good. Dang right it does!
I DID have to ask for his muscles to help me move the beast a time or two, as well as his opinion on screwing the top warped board, but he was not allowed to touch any tools to my headboard! This piece is me-made!
All in all, I believe I spent less than $30 on this project. Like taking pictures during a project, I'm bad at keeping receipts, so this is a guess for the cost of nails, pegs, wood glue, stain, and tung oil. Not too shabby for a solid cedar king headboard!
Some trade offs were made (due to no kid-free time to make this sucker). At the end of the day our back yard looked like a hurricane came through it. Amazing what a 4 and 1 year old can do. Then there is my poor lettuce that didn't fare so well under my 1-year old's kind attention. Sacrifices.
Oh, and my kids were filthy. Dirt? You mean dirt isn't to eat? This photo doesn't do the dirt and how much of it was on my baby justice.