My hammock and I have a long, tumultuous history. It was the source of my first marital disagreement with Lee, when he thought it was too expensive and I thought the sale price was too good to pass up. Also, we didn't have a hammock stand or even two good trees to tie it to at the time, so I kind of see his point.
So the hammock remained rolled up in our garage, with me on the lookout for a good stand or some other way to bring my hammock dreams to life.
That was 8 years ago. When we moved to this house three and a half years ago, I was psyched that there were a few good trees for hammock hanging. So here I was, finally in my hammock, several months pregnant with Camille and enjoying a popsicle and a book.
So the hammock remained rolled up in our garage, with me on the lookout for a good stand or some other way to bring my hammock dreams to life.
That was 8 years ago. When we moved to this house three and a half years ago, I was psyched that there were a few good trees for hammock hanging. So here I was, finally in my hammock, several months pregnant with Camille and enjoying a popsicle and a book.
Not long after that picture was taken, we had the pleasure of watching Nia and then-baby Nate for a couple of hours one afternoon. They seemed to enjoy the hammock too.
Unfortunately, just minutes after this photo was taken with Nate, one of the ropes holding the hammock broke and we both fell to the ground. Fortunately, Nate was fine, just a little frightened, but I was TERRIFIED. Being several months pregnant, I was super paranoid that falling flat on my back might have hurt the baby. So this hammock was the reason I had to visit the ER.
Thankfully, Camille was just fine, but the hammock was rolled up again (and cursed at) and returned to the garage.
Fast forward three years. I found a good deal on a hammock stand on Amazon, so decided to give the hammock one more try. Surely its bad karma couldn't continue, right?
I was excited when I assembled the stand and hung the hammock securely on the hooks, with no more fear of breaking ropes. I sank into it, and literally sank. All the way to the ground.
Sigh.
Apparently, my hammock is larger than the typical hammock size, and was too long for the stand. The hammock was cursed.
But I refused to give up, and after twisting the hammock ropes many, many times, I was able to shorten the length enough that I no longer touch the ground while lying in it.
SUCCESS!
We have really enjoyed it the few times it has been warm enough for a swing, and I know we'll use it even more as spring approaches. Camille, ever the timid one, has no interest at all in swinging in the hammock. However, she does enjoy pushing us, or if there is nothing else to do, pushing a stick. Why not?
Hammock Time from Ginger on Vimeo.
Thankfully, Camille was just fine, but the hammock was rolled up again (and cursed at) and returned to the garage.
Fast forward three years. I found a good deal on a hammock stand on Amazon, so decided to give the hammock one more try. Surely its bad karma couldn't continue, right?
I was excited when I assembled the stand and hung the hammock securely on the hooks, with no more fear of breaking ropes. I sank into it, and literally sank. All the way to the ground.
Sigh.
Apparently, my hammock is larger than the typical hammock size, and was too long for the stand. The hammock was cursed.
But I refused to give up, and after twisting the hammock ropes many, many times, I was able to shorten the length enough that I no longer touch the ground while lying in it.
SUCCESS!
We have really enjoyed it the few times it has been warm enough for a swing, and I know we'll use it even more as spring approaches. Camille, ever the timid one, has no interest at all in swinging in the hammock. However, she does enjoy pushing us, or if there is nothing else to do, pushing a stick. Why not?
Hammock Time from Ginger on Vimeo.
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Yay. So glad you finally beat that darn thing into submission! I remember talking with you when you returned from the hospital! So scary! Clearly Miss Camille remembers what it tried to do to her! LOL!