I really do feel bad for my wife. I mean... well... I have good intentions. We go to a store and we look at some cheap made furniture and it costs too much right? So, what do I say? Oh Hunny... don't worry about it. I can make it cheaper than that. You know the rest. Half a year later with 50 half finished projects and, you got it. No place for the underwear. I mean! Poor lady, huh?! I guess that's just part of living with an artist, right?
So, the piece above is just a design. No real intent on building it or redesigning it. It is just a thought that popped into my warped mind one day. More than likely I threw everything my wife needed me to do to the side to create it and, for what? Well... I guess if I didn't have it, you kind folks wouldn't be reading about it, huh. Then, I guess I should say thank you Hunny.
Yes... yes... yes... I know that Hunny is spelled wrong. That's just because honey has no comparison to my wife and therefore, she deserves a spelling all her own.
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