I Dropped The Hammer
TWO NEW COVERS!!!
First I had to share the new covers for Stare Him Down and Stare Her Down. I love them! Stare Him Down will be released this spring and there’s additional information on that at the bottom of this post.
Honey story first.
Here’s the deal. Honey and I have been having a little bit of a domestic dispute over wood. Not his, thankfully, 😉 but the kind of wood I want him to use to make the shelves I want wrapped around the new corner wall he built in the living room. How hard can picking wood be?
*Looks right at you*
It has been excruciating and I’ll tell you why. The only wood I found at the lumber store that would work for me, Honey blew off saying he could find better at another store. I was like, “Okay.” But as it turns out those two perfect boards I picked out of the 300 I picked through weren’t available at other stores, and when he went back to get them they were gone. *side-eyes you* Not that he didn’t attempt to pull a fast one by bringing home two different boards and trying to pass them off as the ones I picked – he did.
*Shakes head* He shall never learn…
Anyways, long story cut short? We went out shopping for wood again and then came home empty handed. I was angry. So what did I do? I griped, complained, and harassed him the whole way home. We were still bickering when we got out of the truck (usually, we never bicker, so you have to know I was frustrated) Not so frustrated though, that I overlooked the stack of 1X10’s on my neighbor’s driveway. They looked old, weathered, beat-up and totally perfect for my shelves. Here’s the conversation.
I held a hand up and said to Honey, “Hold on a minute.”
He turned and then frowned, “How the hell should I know. That’s Steve’s junk. Not mine.”
“It’s old wood.”
He snapped back around to look at me. “So? You’re not thinking…? No.”
I nodded and promptly marched over to our neighbor’s house to ask him about his junk. After he told me that it was an old header out of his house that he’d screwed together to make a lift so he could get under his Corvette, *insert me stepping back and tilting my head in your direction here* Men do the stupidest things, don’t they? But in this case, Steve was bordering on genius in my eyes because that wood was perfectly aged – so all I had to do was tell him Honey would build him a new and improved wooden carjack or lift thingamajig and we’d all be good.
Wrong. He tilted his head like he had to think about it. Not a good sign and then his wife had to guilt him into giving up the goods which didn’t sit well with me either. I wanted the wood, but not if he was emotionally attached to it for some odd reason, you know what I’m saying?
So…this is what I did. The next day when Honey got home unexpectedly early I asked him to go next door and take one of the smaller boards off the pile. After he brought it in I explained what I wanted him to do to it. I wanted him to make a sample of distressed wood for me. I even pulled up a video on YouTube for him to watch. Once he had the process down it was out to the workbench to make the sample. After he beat it up he called me out to have a look before he put the paint and stain on it. Here’s the conversation.
“It looks pretty good, doesn’t it?”
I looked it over and said, “Yeah it does. Are you going to stain it now?”
He smiled and handed me the hammer. “You want to try it?”
I thought, sure why not? “Okay. Do I just hit it straight or…?”
“No, on an angle. So it makes an imperfect dent.”
“Alright.” I didn’t even hesitate. I just smashed the hammer as hard as I could down on the small board. It jumped, the work bench jumped, and my arm vibrated in pain from palm right up to my shoulder. “Ow.”
“Give me that, before you hurt yourself.” He took the hammer from me and scowled. “What the hell?”
“You told me to hit it.”
“Not kill it.”
Anyways, after he used some paints and did the stain technique it was perfect! I was so happy, especially when he said, “If I knew this is what you were after from the beginning we would have had the shelves up weeks ago. It would actually be easier to get the effect you want with newer wood. This had a lot of gray color to it that I had to use the plane on in order to remove.”
*Stares right at you* Who says things don’t happen for a reason? Not me. I promptly told Honey to return the piece of sample wood to Steve’s pile. Did I mention that we never told our neighbor we were going to make a sample out of it? No? Well, we didn’t. And now when I look over at it I take pride in the fact that the one little piece of wood on the pile is the nicest looking old piece in the stack. Honey and are taking bets on how long it’s going to take Steve to notice the chic change. Probably not until he finishes his bathroom remodel and he has room for the pile in his garage again.
*Shrug* Doesn’t matter to me. Our neighbor gets to keep his old wood with the upcycled board in the mix, and I get new wood designed by Honey. Of course, Honey has already said that I don’t get to hammer those pieces of wood. Why you may ask? He’s afraid his workbench couldn’t take the blows.
*Lifts a brow in your direction* Don’t worry. I assured him that if I wanted to hammer his wood on the workbench, said “wood” most definitely would love the blows. Heheheheh.
Up next around here? I’m going to do something special for Valentine’s Day. On the 14th we’ll kick-off an epic build-a-giveaway to take place on the day Stare Him Down releases. On heart day, I’ll be revealing the cover and introducing you to Master James’ Barrington and his girl Michaela Donovan. This story is a little different, but the hero and heroine’s journey? That’s what has me completely enamored with them. So sexy and kind of sweet, until, you know? She makes a big mistake. Heh. Can’t wait for you to meet them.
As always, thanks for stopping by!
P.S I may have some remodel pictures on Valentine’s Day too! I read your emails. 😀