Little by little the old shack is becoming a lovely homestead. I enjoy taking rides out to the land and seeing the progress each day. Sounds of echoing pounds of hammers and sliding wood can be heard upon arrival. As soon as my husband knows that I am there, the pounding stops and all that remains is the sound of the creaky old staircase telling me he is headed my way.
He is so proud to show me the progress or to ask me what I think about this idea or that. It seems to bring him so much joy to find out what I like. I am content with the old building and even more so that it looks primitive. I could have lived in it just the way that it was. I even told my husband he could salvage an old rustic galvanized 3 tub container for our kitchen sink. It is old, rustic, and functional at the same time.
The old piece I found out at the property had three tubs! I could see it’s future, being used for canning or butchering days. My husband liked the idea so much, he checked out the old tubs that were filled with dirt. They had clearly rusted through. He dreamed up of ways to weld it to make it functional. When the neighbor mentioned the toxicity of using galvanized tubs with food preparation, my husband set aside the pursuit to reclaim the rusty old tubs.
Not able to get the concept from his mind, he researched similar tubs on the internet and found this one.
He wanted that sink! It was a 7 foot commercial stainless steel sink that he found on craigslist for a fair price. One minute he is showing me the photos and the next minute he was out the door to claim it. At first, I must admit, I did not want him to feel like he had to buy a nice sink just for me. But I could tell he was excited about this sink and that it would make him so happy to buy it for me, that I jumped on board with the idea right away.
When he rolled into the driveway with the super sink I raced out to see him. He was so proud of that sink. He could not wait to place it in its new home. He had just the perfect place. I saddled up in the old truck and we drove down the lane to our new property. With all my might, I tried to help him hoist the sink off the truck. I was no match for the steel. I crumpled like a tin can under its weight! The sink is bigger than I am!
After he set it under the window, we both just gleamed with excitement. It is perfect. I began telling him of the apron I could sew for under the tubs. He began telling me of the two cabinet doors he could build under the drain boards. It is something we can add our special touches to and make it look even more amazing. We make such a good team, I say!
Here is our future bathtub. It is an old clawfoot tub that just decorated the garden at the moment. I have cleaned up and refinished one other tub in the same shape when we bought our first homestead back about 13 years ago. I made an old duck nesting sanctuary into the prettiest bathtub before, why not pretty this one up?
Time for a fun story…
Mark and I went to visit our friends Mike and Deb because they had some building supplies they wanted to give to us. Prior to this, we had been talking about whether or not this tub would fit into our design for our bathroom. Mark said it was a 4 foot tub. He thought that would be too small for a proper bath experience for me. Of course, I said I am small and it would suit me just fine. I do not have to have everything perfect. Just being in hot water makes me feel better. The size is of no consequence.
We were sitting around a table up at our friends home when Mike said, “You have a 5 foot clawfoot tub on the property.” I could see a very perplexed husband sitting next to me. When we left, he immediately said, “Nope, it is 4 feet!” He was so sure that the tub was 4 feet, that he drove over to the property and measured the tub with me. He pulled out the tape measure and said, “It can’t be! It makes absolutely no sense!”
I said, “Well, how long is it?”
He answered, “The tape measure says five feet, but I just measured the claw foot tub we have at our rental house and that is five feet. This one is surely not as big. This can’t be!!!”
Trying to make sense of this situation I added, “Maybe it just looks small because it is outside. Anything looks smaller in a big space.”
Still looking perplexed by this mystery he says, “This is NOT four feet!”
Later he discovers that the tape measure that he FOUND at the property was re-purposed. Remember the lady we bought the property from? The resourceful lady who never throws anything away? The one who makes use of old junk? Yeah that one. Well, she fixed the tape measure.
Mark calls me up the following day and says, “I figured out the mystery. The tub is four feet long. The lady cut one foot off the tape measure and put the end piece back on so she could still use it.”
We had a good laugh from that one! Mark does have a good eye for size! Not even the facts from a measuring stick can sway his careful eye. Goes to show you that not everything that is fact can be trusted, there is always room for human error.
And there is nothing like having others to enjoy our property with.
Little by little we are forming a community of homesteaders.