...And so much time. If you can find a way to glue it all together.
For the so-many-eth time, our wooden clothes horse made of wooden dowels and planks, one of a model readily available in local shops, collapsed. I'm not entirely sure why or how it came to be in its current state, with some of the lattices that have seemingly shrunk, and some too long (you better believe it!) and perhaps a screw or two missing and the ends of one or two of the dowels completely worn out from gettings screwed too much... perhaps it's not in such a bad state considering 7 years of service.
But by now it's standing quite crooked, like an old, tired clothes horse.
Much like many ideas in my head. (And perhaps almost certainly in the heads of those who know me, when they think about the way I tackle my problems, and the problems I choose to tackle... hence this blog. To explain it to you Daleks!)
The most notable of which: Why do I put up with this broken clothes horse. Even after having bought replacement dowels and screws, some months ago already.
Well, it's simple really. I don't have a saw. Actually, I do have. I have 3, maybe 4, no actually I have 5. But none of them are at hand right about the time that I think of fixing the clothes horse and of the saws I have, only two are really meant to cut wood. Add to that the fact that the clothes horse is sufficiently low on my list of priorities, so as to never make it into any to-do list or calendar entry.
Which leads us to this blog, where I will make a post every time that the clothes horse collapses and I have to re-adjust it to stand tall until it inevitably collapses again. Once I get around to fixing it, I'll devise another trigger for these blog posts.
So, until rather soon, depending on how often we do the washing, and how often my beautiful and wonderful wife, Adri, takes it upon herself to relocate or fix the clothes horse, so long and farewell.
