I do projects around here when there is a need. Or a want, wants are project-worthy too. In this particular case I needed Elijah (who’s in full potty training mode) to be able to turn on the bathroom light by himself. Enter – the need for a step stool. Or the want, cause I don’t want to stop what I’m doing every twenty minutes to turn the lights on for him. So perhaps the motives behind the step stool were actually selfish. Whatever, I’m okay with that.
I told Adam my selfish desire for a toddler stool and he asked me for some plans. I certainly wasn’t going to draw plans just so he could remind me how terrible I am at drawing them, so I went online and of course ended up on ana-white.com. If you haven’t heard of Ana White before, she is a pretty girl from Alaska who just so happens to build awesome stuff and then posts the plans online for free. FOR FREE people. They are seriously great and way better than I could do, so to get the plans for building your own step stool go HERE. This is the childrens stool that Ana built..
It’s perfect and exactly what I had in mind…except for the pink girlyness, of course.
So Adam got to work and followed her plans exactly. Well, except that he took off the little scrolly dohickys at the bottom, cause were just not scrolly dohicky kinda people. Plus, this was easier.
Then I painted the bottoms and stained the tops, which I would suggest you do before you assemble them. I wish my foresight was as keen as my hindsight.
Next came the fun part…adding yardsticks. I had mentioned back in my yardstick framed kid art that I had a pile of yard sale yardsticks I was saving for a project. (How many times can I say “yard” in one sentence?? ) This is that project. That’s right, I have meant to do this little project for over six months. It happens.
We cut the yardsticks down and attached them with some wood glue. I weighted them down (dishes and scuba weights, anyone?) and left them alone for the better part of a day.
I hadn’t planned to do anything else to them, but the yardsticks were bothering me…they were just laying there, looking weird. They looked like an afterthought.
So I whipped out my two favorite furniture related products, stain and polycrylic.
By the way, I have found my favorite stain color, it’s called “provincial” and it’s by Minwax, of course. I have always used either Dark Walnut (which is a little too black/dark) or English Chestnut (slightly too red), but this one takes the cake. Just FYI, in case you’ve been staying awake at night wondering what my favorite color of stain is.
Anyway, I stained the yardsticks and then dirty cowboyed the whole thing. (Wondering what the heck that means? GO HERE)
Here they are all finished! The dark blue one is for me and the lighter one is for a friend.
Also, I love them.
The yard sale I bought all the yardsticks at had hundreds of them…I only bought about ten. Only ten! I’m kicking myself now, I wish I would have bought them all so I could cover a dresser or something. Or a wall. Oh man, a wall would be awesome.
I’m not quite finished though, first I have to tell y’all a funny story.
When Adam was nearly finished building these I instagrammed this picture of him a caption that said something like “I wonder if these will make life easier or harder?
Well, I got my answer not five minutes later. So Adam finished assembling them and I took one inside, put it in the bathroom, and showed Elijah how he could turn on the light all by himself now. Then I headed back out to the porch to help Adam clean up. I was outside for maybe three minutes, and when I went back inside this is what I found: Elijah had moved the step stool and used it to climb on top of the bathroom vanity. Then he had opened a full bottle of hand soap, dumped it all out, stripped himself completely naked, and was in the process of slathering soap all over his body when I came back in.
As soon as I saw him I had to go into another room and laugh for a while, cause you know it’s hilarious but you don’t want your kid to know you think so. Then we had a little chat I threw him in the tub. I have to admit, he smelled fantastic.
So in answer to my question….harder. Step stools make life harder (at least for a little while).