Ok, so if you ever get the chance to do something completely unhinged — the supplies are free, you have no real plan, and just when you’re sure the wife’s about to say absolutely not… she green-lights your wildest dreams — this one’s for you.

I was working at a landscaping company at the time and chatting to the boss about some bluestone he had sitting in the yard. Matt looks at me and goes, “You can take the lot if you want. I can’t use it. Clients want to choose their own stone. It’s yours — if you can get it home.”

Dangerous sentence.

Three trips in the Lexus and three in the Ram 1500 later, I had a serious pile of stone and exactly zero plan. Also no permission. We were living with the in-laws at the time, which really added to the spice.

So I hatched a cunning plan.

“How do you ladies feel about a fire pit?”

I had a full presentation ready. Slides. Diagrams. The works. But honestly, after the words fire pit left my mouth, I got immediate, full green light. No questions. No conditions. I was actually a bit gutted — I’d worked hard on that presentation.

Anyway. Into it.

Once again, no real idea what I was doing. A few YouTube videos, a bit of Googling, and suddenly I’m a landscaper. Turns out it’s mostly about building a solid base and then continuing to stack rocks until it looks intentional.

The fire pit build was actually mint. I kept it small because of the space, but it’s super functional. The stone absolutely does all the heavy lifting — proper hero material.

Thanks again, Matt. Still one of the best “yeah nah, just take it” moments of my life.