My Dad Rocks.

For complete strangers who may happen to stumble upon my blog, I make hairbows. Those of you who *KNOW* me well are laughing at that little understatement, since that’s about ALL I DO ANYMORE. Its my full-time job, for sure. I never leave this house, it seems…..I’m a Hairbow Hermit.

My bow business has evolved over the past seven years from making a few bows now and then for my own little girl, to making a few for Wiggles & Giggles….. to now being *THE* bow maker for a handful of stores. My ribbon inventory has grown as well, from humble beginnings where the ribbon I bought at Hobby Lobby and all bow-making supplies I owned (aka a glue gun and a pair of scissors) fit into a cleaning-supplies basket from the Dollar Store…to a few clear plastic shoeboxes from the Dollar Store….. to spilling over into my living room…… to having a closet specially built for my bow inventory when we remodeled our sunroom…… to kicking BF out of our knotty-pine-paneled Man Room so that I could have that entire room to house the bow business.

Next? A full-blown sweatshop in a third-world country…..
just kidding, just kidding……

So now I have, literally, *THOUSANDS* of yards of ribbon here at my house. It is, literally, knee deep in places in my bow room. And that’s a problem.

It gets mashed and creased from where it lays in piles. (I’ll post pictures tomorrow, because right now its too dark in my Man Cave to get good pictures). I lose track of what I have and forget to order a color, thinking I have it, or forget that I’ve already ordered it, because I can’t SEE it in this messy room, and order double, usually in some random color like Redwood or Jade Blue that I’ll never use 100 yards of in a million years. And then there are the RATS that crawl under the piles of ribbon to make nests and suffocate to death and I find their rotting carcases by following the stench of their decaying rat-fur……..

Not really.

Not yet.

But it could happen.

So I presented this idea to my brilliant dad, who can build or fix ANYTHING, of some sort of ribbon rack where I can hang the ribbon up and prevent the above-mentioned issues. And he built THIS for me. 🙂

I still have to put in the metal rods to hang the ribbon on, but look at how NICE this is! It looks like a piece of furniture almost!

Look at this DETAIL….(the detail on the WOODEN RACK….not the detail of the dirt on my rug. Thank you.)

And he even sanded the edges!

And look at the casters!!

I am so excited about my ribbon rack, I can’t even tell you. And grateful. I really, truly needed this!!! Thanks dad. 🙂

I promise to never again imply that chemists are nerds and/or post pictures of you from the 1970s that I stole from your house.

I’m sorry for all those rude words and dirty looks between 1984 and 2001. Give or take.

And all those tuition hours you paid for that I flat-out wasted.

And those three vehicles of yours that I wrecked…….

And those times you thought I was safely tucked in my dorm room in Marshall, studying and reading the Bible, and I …. wasn’t.

Ooooh………………you didn’t know about that?? Nevermind……..I was just, ummm, kidding about that last one………