We were getting ready to move into our first apartment in California. All our furniture had been left behind in Canada, we had only what 2 minivans could carry on the drive down.
I was trying not to be bitter about how unrealistic it had been to believe what we told ourselves about just buying new stuff when we got there. The idea of sitting on the floor wasn't so terrible, but having kids sitting on carpet to eat, the lack of a way to contain the food messes as they wandered was more than I could handle.
So I built a table. There were old boards laying around my inlaw's house that were once part of a playground. I used power tools for the first time, saw, drill. screwdriver. I made a table that we could sit around on the floor because we had no chairs, and then I figured out how to put legs on it and build benches too. (They are a little tippy.)
That table still sits in our dining room, though there is another sitting in the backyard waiting to be refinished that will replace it. The table I built will be our outdoor eating table after that.
Five years ago I stopped whining about a problem and found a solution. I'm proud of that.
This is in participation w. Gypsy Mama's 5 Minute Friday Prompt. You're welcome to play along.