Slow cooker: $0, abandoned by tenants past
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Why do girls like tea so much? I don't remember having a single imaginary tea party as a kid, but now it seems that tea paraphernalia takes up about 18% of my kitchen space.
I couldn't resist picking this one up, so I better go find a pink dress and a few stuffed animals.
Tea set: $0, roadside find
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The theory goes that owls keep seagulls (and hence seagull shit) off your boat. So 1993 saw the adoption of our little plastic brother, The Owl Decoy. Sadly, 1994 saw the loss of one of it's googly eyes. In the minds of my parents the most natural thing to do was go out and buy an eye patch and turn it into The Pirate Owl Decoy.
And you wonder why no one wanted to be my partner in grade 8 gym.
Bit of plastic Green family humour: $0, roadside find
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Why do packages of rub on letters come with equal numbers of all 26 of our letters? Clearly nothing has been learned from two decades of Wheel of Fortune.
Being an empathetic soul, I concocted a craft using all the leftover V, W, X, Y, Z, Q, K's, and so on.
Being a more empathetic soul, I did not resist my cat's efforts to claim the one patch direct sunlight in our whole apartment for the sake of a blog photo.
Cards: $0, destash from Emily
Rub-on letters: $1 each a Dollarama (read: $27 just to get enough damned E's for a craft)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The universe has interesting ways of correcting this thing we call 'pride'. I was diligently scraping and gluing and cutting and taping and just generally doing a bang-up job turning this junk into funk. And pretty darned pleased with myself for doing so.
Then I knocked it shut. Locked. Key inside. All kinds of pliers and crowbars came out, as did some foul words from my mouth.
Exhausted efforts. So my Dad took it and (without taking his eyes off the tv) popped it open. Using the button that was there all along.
Jewellery box: $0, roadside find
Ribbon and fabric: $0, scraps
Ego: Unfortunately that's free, too
Monday, September 14, 2009
I looked up "hate" in the dictionary the other day. Won't say much about the circumstances that warrented such an activity. However, I was relieved to find that it just means "strong dislike." Whew. I figure if we use the word 'love' so flippantly (e.g., I love chocolate cake) then a casual use of hate might be okay under these circumstances.
I hate white walls.
A little blue cardboard gem to alieviate some feelings of strong dislike in my life: $4.00 at Double Take.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I get these strange self-improvement type ideas in my head all the time. They emerge. Then die as soon as my attentions are drawn to something more scintillating (i.e., just about anything else). However, when I'm 113 there's a solid chance that the mood to improve my non-existent baking skills will still have not struck this poor undomesticated soul.
Rusted baking tins, then, are safe in my house . . .
Yellow tin: $0, roadside find
Red tin: $.25 at yardsale
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
My favourite "Why did the chicken cross the road?" (What's yours?):
Q: Why did the frog cross the road?
A: Because it was stapled to the chicken.
I heard that when I was a kid in the '80s and I just laughed myself into a wheeze just typing it . . .
Swan box: $3 at yardsale across the road
Spray paint: $5/can at Lowes