I had to make this a reality. I did. I had to. It was calling to me!
See, I had this leftover pallet:
(it came with my previously broken TV, yo. I keep everything, apparently. It was wood after all!)
And after I chopped it in half, 'cause I didn't need a 70 inch bench ifyaknowwhatI'msayin', gave it a coat of white wash, and then sanded thee crap out of it--
because no one needs a sliver in the badonkadonk. Am I right?
Some pretty rough-looking rope and some heavy duty hooks,
and we are about ready here. And the dudes at Lowe's kept asking me if the hooks were for hanging a punching bag from the ceiling.
No, but that's a good idea. . .
Okay, so this is where you don't get mad at me, umkay?
This is a bench. It is not a swing. It's screwed right into the studs in the wall, as is this:
which I neglected to mention. So no drywall damage, okey dokey smokeys?
I'm glad we could clear that up.
Don't you hate it when you buy waaaaay more pillows than you could possibly fit in one space?
I believe I ordered the large cappucino, hello!
Anywho, I must tell you that this is the favorite before-bedtime space, now.
And my dear 2 year old, give me that dang golf ball before you break a window.
Don't you think this bench could be adorable in the corner of the room?? Don't you?
There's no joists in the corner, so get it outta yer head.
All that is left is patching up the thousands of holes in the ceiling.
You know, for where the stud sensor told me there was a truss, but there wasn't. Stupid stud sensor.