This week Rhiannon turned FIVE, and today was her birthday. Because we love her so much, and because she deserves to be spoiled more than most five-year-olds, and because I don't have a little girl to make girly things for, Rhiannon got the spoils of my crafty labours this month.
Working late into the night last night to get it finished, this is what we brought to her party (and when I say "we" I actually mean "I", due to the pox and all):
Could you please all fall over right now with awe?!?! Seriously, I MADE that!!! I don't believe it myself, I promise. But, I have proof:
Okay, that's not proof at all, it's just a picture of me holding wood while Jared's dad is doing stuff and then a finished product, but let me assure you that I did, in fact, with a little help from my father-in-law, make this bed from scratch. And it only cost me $17 (and two finger tips, which I sanded off on the belt sander.)
All right, that also proves nothing except that I'm really good at putting bandaids on, but I didn't want to gross anyone out with my lack of finger nails. Just trust me on this one people, it was gross.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that Rhiannon is amazing and I hope that her fifth birthday was awesome, and that her next trip around the sun is even more incredible than the last. And the other moral is that I made that bed. I did.
The plans for the bed came from Ana White and were awesome. I'm never going to buy another piece of furniture again, I'm just going to make it all.