Isn’t this wooden step stool pretty and adorable? OK, it would be prettier and more adorable if I wiped off the dust and found a home for the red pen. Anyway, I made the stool when I was in high school. After all these years, I still love it. I think my parents kept it since the day I brought it home from school, but now, I have reclaimed it as my dad is trying to maintain a clean house while it’s on the market. The less he has in the house the better.
I had no desire to bake cookies or sew scrunchies in home ec. I wanted to design a corner shelf (Krissy, do you still have that?), a metal duck door stop (my dad used that), and a very nice shallow bowl using two different types of wood (used for my dad’s loose change). My attempt with the lathe was unsuccessful, resulting in a very oddly shaped candle. If I had my way, I would’ve thrown it away, but for some reason, my dad liked it and has kept it all these years.