Weekend in Review: Firepit Redux

Remember the The Great Firepit Fiasco of 2011? When my dreams of a beautiful firepit amounted to this:

Well, we were actually able to have an outdoor fire Saturday night, although not in the pit of doom. The kids were playing outside last week when one of them ran inside and asked if I wanted a "fire box." "Yeah, sure," I replied, having no idea what she was talking about, and resumed my internet surfing. "Mom, you've gotta see the fire box. It's like a fire house!" Still not quite sure what she was refering to, I replied, "OK, go get your dad to check it out."

Big K went out with the kids and returned with this:

A rusty old "fire house." My more organized neighbors always put their trash out the night before trash day, unlike the rest of us who are frantically wheeling the cans to the curb as we hear the garbage truck coming. Apparently, the kids found this thing while rifling through the neighbor's trash. Those girls would stop at nothing to get their backyard fire!

A few coats of silver high-temp spray paint and here's what we got:

The girls were dying to try it. So, despite, the fact that it was blazing sun and 90 degrees outside, we fired it up:

And roasted marshmallows:

And enjoyed some nice family time:

Although it wasn't what I originally envisioned, it was well worth the $7.00 spent on spray paint and saved us the headache and expense of having to build something perfectly perfect.

In other news, we headed to the lake and taught this big guy how to swim!

My sweet husband also exercised his sharp negotiating skills and scored this chair and an antique rocking chair at a garage sale for me. Can't wait to "save" them!

See you tomorrow with a fun before-and-after makeover!