Not For The Faint of Heart: a horse trailer bar
Have you ever had an experience, a trial, or a test in life that really pushes you to your limits? Really tests your own self confidence and your goals? The last two weeks I have questioned myself on every decision I have made about this trailer and at times... wished I hadn't ever taken the leap in this adventure. If anyone reading this blog is considering a trailer conversion, done by themselves, I advise you now that this type of project is NOT for the faint at heart. I've cried more in the last two weeks than I would like to admit! But hey, that's life I guess. But I am now one week away from my first event so NOW IT'S GO TIME!
All the boards are sanded, polyurthaned and ready to be installed. The table posts have been made and the hinges have been welded to the trailer. I painted the interior of the trailer a clean and tidy Swiss Coffee color. And last week we installed the bar top and the awnings!
While I rattle off all the great progress, you may be wondering, then what was it that made me cry? Well, as we progressed with the work on the trailer, the exterior paint kept coming off. Every time we hammered into something, paint would fall off. Every time we welded, paint would scuff off. So, ok, it was going to have a rustic look then right? No. Rather than having a beautiful chippy-peely rustic look (which I LOVE), it was only chipping in a few distinct areas and it was starting look TERRIBLE. I may sound dramatic by saying terrible, but it really was looking bad. I cried many, many times over it. And people were agreeing with my conclusion of its terrible paint status. And let me just clarify that I had never, ever planned, nor budgeted for a paint job, so... I freaked. I TOTALLY freaked. Everything came piling down on me at the same time and I lost it. Mascara running down the face, ugly girl cry kind of "lost it". I was a hot mess. And to add to the drama, on Thursday morning while I was driving home from Chico, a monstrous rock slammed into my Jeep window, crushing the entire thing and shattering glass all over me and the Jeep. Friday, while I was vacuuming all the glass out of the Jeep, I decided to do a deep clean and really clean the interior out (since I hadn't done so in over a year) and just as I was finishing it up, a dirt devil tornado, full of dirt, weed-eated grass and leaves, blew straight into my perfectly vacuumed Jeep. This whole story is true- I almost snapped. So I had to re-vacuum the entire vehicle. And THEN, on Saturday morning, my fabricator broke his hand between a press brake. And that Saturday we were supposed to start installing things in the trailer but we needed the fabricator to do it. So you could say, things got a little stressful. And crazy. Did I mention stressful?!