The best kind of business meetings start off on giant trampolines.
When I went to a client’s house to discuss the rustic farmhouse table and benches she wanted built for her dining room, I was greeted by her two older sons who were no taller than my knees. The oldest, Gabe, took me by the hand and led me into the backyard to the trampoline, where I quickly realized that I’m not as in shape or young as I used to be, but also quickly got the kids’ approval.
When we wrapped up our winded conversation out back and progressed to the dining room to look at the project, I knew it was going to be fun. The mother is an amazing artist and a woman cut from a similar cloth as me: not afraid to try new things on her own. Kim had redone much of the first level of her home and it now resembled something out of a Better Homes & Gardens magazine. Mixing bold colors with eclectic accent pieces and antique hardware, this woman obviously had a gift. I tried to hide how excited I was. (That didn’t go too well. I think I happy clapped more than a handful of times.)
What made this even more fun was that Kim wanted to get a crash course in table making, learning as I built it in her home. So we set aside a night to have a pizza party with the kids and then went to the garage after bedtime stories were read and piggy back rides were given to work on the table.
We moved the old table out to the garage, where we took off the legs by unscrewing the bolts and set them aside to be repurposed on the new table):
Next, we used her hubby’s Dewalt miter saw – the one that had been on my wish list for a very long time – to make the tabletop and frame. I was sad when we made the last cut. That saw. THAT SAW. (Cue music swelling.)
The next day, we attached the legs and worked on finishing the top:
I built the two benches at home and brought them back once they were ready. Kim and I filled the screw holes and then did a final sand, and then Kim painted the table legs, sides, and bench legs and sides with white paint, finishing the set:
Jobs always surprise me. This was one where I wasn’t sure who appreciated it more: them or me. Kim learned important skills to be able to do more projects in the future, and I learned furniture finishing tricks from her and, more importantly, gained a friend. And I got lots of snuggles from the kids, who also brought on endless giggles.
“Miss Mel, there’s your cupcake maker,” Gabe said to me one day when he was hugging me.
“My what?” I asked.
He then pointed to the faint scar over the lump where my pacemaker is. “I’ll be careful,” he said. (Poor kid’s gonna be disappointed when nothing emerges from the oven…)
You never know where life will take you. I’m just glad that I decided to jump on a trampoline one hot, summer afternoon.
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