I hauled it over to my porch, where it sat for a couple of weeks. I searched Pinterest for inspiration, hoping that I would see a picture of something and think, "that's it!" and merrily skip to my project.
I rarely skip.
Inspiration did not come from Pinterest, however. It came from tripping over shoes by the door for the eleventy hundredth time.
I set Jonathan to work with a sander, which made him extremely happy.
I tried for weeks to find a shoe rack that I liked, and it was impossible. A simple, two shelf shoe rack should not be impossible to find. But I see now that it was all part of a grand plan for me to find a pallet and turn it into poetry.
I weep just looking at it.
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