Of course, my husband tried to convince me otherwise, saying that it wouldn't fit into our suitcase, and questioning how I was going to get it home..."it will fit!", I told him. It didn't fit. But I didn't stress about it. I figured it was small enough that I could put it into our carry on bag and just have the handle stick out, no biggie. Apparently, the security people at the airports might think it is a bit more of a big deal, however. They took it from me, asked a few people and after what felt like forever, handed it back to me and said "I guess it's okay". I don't know if they were concerned about its size or if they thought that it could be used as a weapon...which makes me chuckle a little thinking about a mom with a baby in a stroller using a small wooden oar as a weapon. Right...
Anyway, the oar made it home! I primed it. Taped it off and painted it. And it looks marvelous hunny!
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