I'm looking out the window at snow and ice, so this feels like a perfect day to share a project my husband did last summer. Just looking at the photos makes me feel warmer.
I've told you (many, many) times before what a handy guy my husband is. If he doesn't know how to fix it, he will make it his mission to learn. He's a diy natural and we've had a lot of fun collaborating on projects around our house. We tend to take turns being the voice of reason, but every once in a while something a little crazy gets through. This one probably falls into that category.
We remodeled our guest bathroom about a year and a half ago. Part of that project involved ripping out an avocado green, cast iron bathtub. It was abandoned by our barn while we tried to recover from the fact that we lived with it in our house for 13 years.
I'm pretty sure this whole thing started during a conversation about me wanting a larger outdoor fire pit. When we originally tore out the tub, the kids joked about giving it a Viking funeral, and I think that memory was the catalyst for what happened next. My husband said "Why don't we make a fire pit from the old bathtub?"
Instead of saying something like "I do not want an avocado bathtub in my yard," like he expected, I said "Can we do that? I'm in!"
I will say this was not a cheap project, but only because he bought a plasma cutter to shave the top of the tub off. It had been on his wish list for a long time, and I was lured in by the promise of all the amazing things he'd be able to make with it.
He cut the apron off the front and a few inches from the top edge.
He also cut some extra holes in the bottom so the water could drain out. Kid in a candy store right here.
He dug out the hole the previous fire pit was in to make it large enough for the tub, then dumped some gravel in the bottom. Between the extra holes and the gravel we were hoping to keep it from holding water when it rains. So far that has worked out.
He restacked the rock around the edge and, surprisingly, by going two rows high instead of three, we had enough.
Now, just sitting there it doesn't look any prettier, and frankly it looks a little grave-like.
But once we started a fire in it, it was perfect.
My husband finished it up just in time for our son's visit in October, and we all sat around it on his birthday. It turned out to be less of a Viking funeral and more of a phoenix rising from the ashes. Who knew the avocado tub I spent so many years loathing could turn into one of my favorite family activities?