Low. Ride. Is.
Know The Low Rider…
Da da da dadadadada
Good luck mentally escaping that song for the remainder of the day. And a good morning to you, too! I am aware that was a rather strange segue into today’s post, but you’ll see why it makes sense here in 3… 2… 1…
Steve made the fire pit! He went from idea, to sketch, to supplies, to built in less than 48 hours. He’s a stud, what can I say?
Here’s the full, fire pit How-To:
First item of business was to visit Lowe’s and pick up all of the supplies.
Low … ri … der … drives a little slower. Ba da ba dadadadadada.
He had to make two – count ’em — TWO TRIPS because of how heavy the stones and gravel were. He said he felt like a pimp driving home in his lowrider. Did he really say that? No, no he didn’t. But I assume he was at least thinking it.
After picking the perfect spot in the yard for the fire pit,
he marked off exactly where it needed to go. The ole stick-in-the-ground-acting-as-your-pivot-point trick. Only the most high-tech tools for us here at The Harpster Home.
While Steve was busy working, Olive sternly guarded All The Things.
She gets paid hourly. One water break. We run a tight ship.
The next series of steps moved smoothly since all of the prep work was done. If you’re following along at home, make sure between all of these steps you take time to place a level on each possible stone combination. The rule of thumb is if the first layer of stones is even, you shall move forward to the next level. Sorta like Super Mario 3, but without having to beat Bowser first.
Isn’t it pretty awesome? I can’t believe I ever doubted the beautifulness of the fire pit. Lesson learned. I’m so proud of Steve and our new backyard attraction, and I can’t wait to have our first marshmallow-roasting session.
The only minor tweak that Steve mentioned wanting to do in the future was to extend the pebble rim. He thinks it would be slightly more functional if it had a larger gravel edge to it. I suppose for easier mowing. I could go either way. I think it looks pretty super just how it is.
The natural progression was to ponder what Olive would look like inside of the fire pit.
Ask and you shall receive. Oh, you didn’t ask? TOO BAD.
She seemed perfectly content in there. Almost too content. I wouldn’t be surprised if all my neighbors had their index fingers on the last “1” in “911” as they saw me slowly lower my dog inside a fire receptacle.
Oh, silly neighbors. When will you learn that our mascot is simply just modeling our newest project, like always? Oh! That reminds me. I’m planting a tree fence this weekend between our yard, and Ned Flanders’. More on that later.
“Olive! Wanna go inside and drink water out of the toilet?”
Good luck to you if you’re going to give this build a try! Steve found lots of you tube videos that helped him along with the process, and there are tons of other resources out there. Don’t hesitate to holler if you have any questions, though.
Enjoy the rest of your week and think of us fondly next time you eat s’mores.
Psst! Will you take my two second survey?
All My Friends Know The Low Rider… Da da da dadadadada Good luck mentally escaping that song for the remainder of the day. And a good morning to you, too! I am aware that was a rather strange…