Network Post; Byron Sully
Today a woman stopped me on the street and began rather fervently praising my wood work. After she decided I was who she thought I was, that is.
To make a long story short, she wants me to make her a bed frame. She gave me her number and said she could pay for materials up front.
I guess it'd be something to do and I can't deny I'd like that all right. But I've no idea where to even go to get the materials I'd need. I'd need tools, and wood mostly. And a place to work, but I could probably get that in my apartment... it'd just make a bit of a mess.