Ten and a half years ago I told my farmer boy that I was going to buy Miss Indi a cubby house for her second birthday. You know, one of those cubbies made from reddish wood with a pitched roof, a little door, square windows, some window boxes to pop some flowers in and some floral curtains.
But my farmer boy said no.
At first he said no because of all the nasty, treated wood they were making cubbies out of back then. And then when I found an alternative, safer version, he said no because he wanted to build her one himself.
But soon after that our business took off, we had more little girls and the cubby house just never did happen.
I knew straight away that our cubby time had come.
So we got Jobbo over. And we spoke about what we wanted in a cubby - somewhere the little girls could play but also a space for Miss Indi to hang out with her friends. We spoke about size - small enough to feel like a teeny cubby but big enough for grown ups not to feel claustrophobic when invited in for a cuppa. And we spoke about materials - where available all from our farm (ie. farm junk).
And then Jobbo and his apprentice, builder Bren, got to work.
And over the next few Thursdays there was plenty of sawing and sanding and scavenging and deciding and designing and admiring and cutting and nailing.
Every time I look out the window and see it sitting there I can't help but smile.
I think it is the most beautiful patch work cubby house I have ever seen.
After ten and a half years I'm happy to be writing a The End at the end of this cubby-house story, even though I know it's really just the beginning.
You can find Jobbo on instagram @TheBuilderRecycles.
I hope you have the happiest week peeps.
Me and my farmer boy are heading off on a little adventure tomorrow and I'm so excited I might not get to sleep tonight.