The little lady is
quite the crafty person. She takes old
bike parts, and with a little welding, paint, and magic she turns them into works
of art. She recently completed something
moar awesome than the stuff she normally does.
This project was special, since it was a gift for someone we dig. If you are on The Facebook, then you’ve
already seen this. If not, that means
you may not even know me (or her) in real life.
Go away, creepy stalker.
I kid.
Anyway, she took a
trip out to Hildebran , NC
His very own recycled bike
part guitar:
Pretty damn
awesome. You can’t really play it, but
it’s one helluva work of art (and an interesting conversation piece.) He was so stoked to have it, just as she was
to give it to him. He’s been really good
to us at here B-43, and she thought that would be a great way to show her
appreciation. She’s been working on it
for months, and it’s been all I could do to keep from spilling the beans. A few people here and there got to see it,
but they kept it a secret so the surprise factor would be high.
I helped a little
with the design, but mostly I just stood around, drinking beer and saying,
“Yep, that looks good.” Well, that and I
did test it before she took it out there.
I rock too, just
not as hard.
It’s truly a one of
a kind work of art, and I’m really happy to see it go to a good home. If you ever make you way out to DeFeet
headquarters out there in the foothills, check it out. And no, she won’t make one for you. Well, maybe she will, but I get the next one if she decides to do it
again.
She’s getting
really good with this recycled bike part stuff.
People are flocking to her to get some cool stuff and local shops are
donating used bike parts faster than she can keep up. Half of the garage is now devoted to her
craft, and although it gets crowded sometimes, I dig it.
I’ve put up some of
her creations before. If you want to see
more of it, check out her Facebook page
I’m so proud.
In other news…
Our big ass puppy,
Carl, is adjusting well to life with his new family.
He doesn’t realize
that he’s a puppy, so he keeps knocking shit around when he trots though the
house. He got a checkup at the vet’s
office, and he’s been given a clean bill of health. They noted that he may have spent way too
much time in his crate before we got him (just as we suspected), but that won’t
be the case now. He gets plenty of love,
attention, and most importantly, exercise.
He’s a happy dog, and he’s made our house a lot more fun (and
interesting.) I actually look forward to
coming home to him every day.
I guess that’s it
for today. At least this wasn’t day four
of our weekend crap and nonsense.
You're welcome.
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