Inspector Climate's dad is quite into motocrycles (and we shall call him Mr. Climate - that is Inspector Climate's dad, not the motorcycle. The motorcycle we shall call Henry). And as it turns out, I have never been on one. My brother used to promise to take me for a quick spin, but then we never got around to it. And if you check out my Life List you'll notice that riding a motorcycle does not grace its presence!
And so, on Saturday the moment of truth came and I was suited up into one of Mr. Climate's jackets, a helmet that was too big so I padded it out with a beanie, and the final touch, a pair of gloves that made me feel like a monkey.
This is me before the little trip. The whole time I was on the back thinking, this would be really fun if I couldn't see the pavement rolling by at such a fast clip and knowing that there is nothing really between me and that pavement. Basically, wouldn't this be fun if it wasn't TERRIFYING.
So basically, I wasn't a huge fan, but I know it meant a lot to Mr. Climate. So that's important.
In other news, Inspector Climate's grandfather was a fantastic wood worker. And when he died earlier in the year we spent some time out in his work shop looking through chisels with custom made handles or little wooden boxes that he made to keep his tools in. Inspector Climate's cousins started a collection of tools as a keepsake, but I'm not a big fan of clutter or things that have no use.
So when I saw this:
And I was told that Inspector Climate's grandpa had made it, I knew immediately that that was the thing that I wanted from the shed.
Check out these beautifully made drawers - no screws in these babies. Before we can take it home, it needs a bit of cleaning up and some fancifying of the top and the sides. I'm so excited to have such a fabulous heirloom into our home.
I love Johnny Jumps Ups. Such happy flowers.