Journey to the Rhodes End

I've been doing some daydreaming about my fiber studio. So to put my hands to something, we spent Mother's Day refinishing one of our shitty Ikea dining room chairs. How does this relate? Our first real piece of furniture - the dining room table - was a Mother's Day/birthday gift a couple years ago. It inherited our shitty Ikea chairs from the apartment. They were already falling apart at this point, and this was before Evan was mobile. David keeps tossing around the idea of getting the Real Matching Chairs that go with our Real Adult Table, but the table was around $2,000, so you can imagine what the chairs are. The Ikea chairs stayed. And Evan tore them apart. But we still use them. The wood is still good, and I can't justify throwing them out or burning them. (We don't even have the Real Chairs yet, but bear with me.) I suggested we keep the chairs, sand them down, stain and refinish them, and keep them for my fiber studio. If I ever become a Real Busin...

The first time David made wine, it was kinda terrible. We had an unspecific amount of blueberries from my in-laws' bushes taking up the freezer, so he briefly checked out some online sources and threw stuff together. The alcohol content wasn't very high, and he found out later that blueberries are a natural yeast-inhibitor, so fermentation appeared to be over. Once bottled, the fermentation continued and the bottles became pressurized, resulting in hurried phone calls to friends and family who had gotten gifts of these ticking bombs. We figured this out when David opened one to have with dinner, and half the dining room was stained purple. (On the plus side, we finally had initiative to paint!) One bottle from this first batch remains (not under pressure anymore) as a decoration in the kitchen. Things have changed since then. We've had several successful batches of apple cider wine the past few falls, using unpasteurized cider. One turned almost to vinegar when...