Reliving sixth grade, age 10. One of my class projects required a pyrographed report cover.
I decided a while back our sign-less (and dead-end, needless to say) path needed some signage, especially with the gang event scheduled for tomorrow.
Scrap plywood. Wood burner. Olde English staining polish. Bob’s your uncle.
(Now to figure out a way to get the sign to stay up in the planters for at least the duration of the get-together.)
Sure to be a hit with ALL the neighbors. Heh.
[Update: Turns out one of the neighbors really likes the sign and asked if I’d mind if he screwed it into the wood retaining wall at the end of the path. He didn’t want to appropriate my private property without my permission, he said. Gee. He likes it! Go right ahead, I told him.]