What was up there? Old dusty boxes? cobwebs and wasp's nests? Illegal firearms? Dead bodies?
He ventured up.
It turns out there were plenty of spiders and cobwebs, and a wasp's nest, but not much else.
After a can of wasp spray fixed the wasp dilemma, Tommy had a great idea: this space was perfect for the girls.
Brooms and dustpans were secured and the space was
half-ass-ly thoroughly swept.
The issue of the large window through which child or adult alike could easily fall was remedied by another trip to the hardware store.
So now that it was semi safe, the girls needed to decorate. They got their chalk and proceeded to color the rafters, which was great and all, but the space was still, so, well, empty. My husband had another great idea and suggested that they raid my uncle's house for old rugs, and chairs, and other brick a brack.
They returned with all sorts of loot:
four or five small area rugs, a table hand crafted by my other uncle, folding chairs,
A clock to complement the lovely wall decor,
As the week went on, they continued to add to their new abode. When they received beautiful peacock feathers from farmer Stan, they went right into the clubhouse.
And when they talked my mom's dear friend Fiona into hanging out with them in their clubhouse one night, someone had the bright idea of immortalizing the visit.
First clubhouse visit it reads. The girls are already looking forward to her second and third and later visits.