My husband was gifted a rowboat badly in need of some rehab work. It was seaworthy and didn’t have any leaks but years spent leaning under a pine tree had taken their toll. He did some serious power-washing and then spent his downtime one winter prepping and painting it a vintage color scheme.
He enjoys rowing it on the lake but for a time, despite our best efforts, an appropriate (and humorous) name eluded us. Until one day, while making a joke about how rowing was really giving his arms a good workout and I was admiring his guns, the name came to us.
I stewed a bit about the best way to illustrate it but in the end, decided to add some flexing arms to be sure that the intended meaning was clear. I’m pretty pleased with it, not gonna lie.
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