Last spring we acquired this adorable little vintage cart which we had planned to fix up and use as a roadside farmer’s market cart to sell our extra eggs and garden goodies to friends and neighbors:
It needed quite a bit of TLC but we had hoped to have it done by fall, in time to park it out by the road for the harvest season. We modified it a bit and played around with using the little mini fridge from the garage and added a secure money box so it could be self service.
It was really coming along! We talked about what color we’d paint it (and debated painting it at all) and even pulled the top off to measure for new canvas.
Of course then the pandemic threw our lives for a loop and hubby’s job vanished pretty much overnight, so we had to put off not only working on the cart but also on fixing up our house which we were in the middle of remodeling, too.
So now the cart is sitting out in the snow, wondering why we don’t love it anymore and I am left with (among other things) a half finished bathroom and kitchen that will just have to wait while we focus on putting our lives back together again.
At least we got the molding on the cabinets done and got them painted….
I asked the hubby when he thinks we’ll be able to tackle the rest now that he’s working again and he reminded me that it’s not just the cost of supplies, but the cost of replacement tools we have to factor in.
“Replacement tools?” I asked, forgetting all about little miss Sassy and her voracious appetite for hubby’s tools he’d left laying in the grass while we were working on the cart.
I also remembered I snapped a picture of the damage because, well… Oh, the irony.
She’s mostly outgrown chewing on things that aren’t hers now and I think he learned his lesson about putting his tools away.