I couldn’t decide on an upcycle theme this week, so here’s a jumble of things that caught my eye. (I’m a bit like a magpie – ooooh, shiny, pretty, me likey)
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I have always desperately wanted an antique library card-file-drawer-cabinet thingy. I’m not sure what I’d put in it, but I love the look of them, and I love all the little drawers.
Here’s a way to get one without spending hundreds of dollars.
I didn’t have a stagette or bachelorette party before I got married. I barely remember having a wedding shower. I was one of those rare women who was born without a “bride gene” (thank you, Carrie Bradshaw). My husband planned our wedding, and I promised to show up on the day. It was lovely.
My friends Aaron and Caity are getting married next weekend. I went to her bridal shower a few weeks ago, and Saturday night was her bachelorette party.
I am thankful there was no stripper or cakes shaped like parts of a male’s anatomy. Instead, there was sangria, cupcakes, jello shooters, and a belly dance lesson.
Okay, maybe “love” is a bit of an exaggeration, but I now have proof positive that my chickens no longer hate each other. Here they are, all in the run, sharing food and water, and NO PECKING!
I’ve got a garden planted and no row markers. Better get busy this week.
Some fun recycle/upcycle ideas:
Next time you are gathered ’round a fire and get to roasting marshmallows, do yourself a favour and try this recipe.
Take a marshmallow and wrap it up with Pillsbury Crescent Roll dough. Roast until golden and crispy. It is a tiny piece of heaven.
Our little barbecue had seen better days. We got it as a wedding present seven years ago. It served us well, but over the last year, it had seriously deteriorated. Only one side of the burner was working because the other half had rusted out. The plastic side trays were sun bleached and covered in grease, and the front and bottom trays were full of rust. We were set on buying a new one.
Then we realized that we had fallen into the disposable mindset of our modern day consumer culture. If something doesn’t work, don’t fix it; throw it away and buy a new one. People told us that it would cost more to fix our barbecue than to buy a new one.
Step 1 – Replace the burner.
We went to Home Depot for the parts, and the first burner we bought was defective. As soon as we lit it, it twisted and warped. We were disheartened, but not discouraged. We got another one at Canadian Tire, a bit higher quality, and it works just fine. It’s so nice to have even heat again!
Cost = $50
Step 2 – Replace the heat shield.
This was also rusted out. Apparently, this protects the burner from the fat drippings, which in turn cause the burner to rust out. Had we replaced this a few years ago, we might have saved our burner. Live and learn.
Cost = $50
Step 3 – Paint the front and bottom trays.
Pffft! Easy, peasy. If there’s one home repair that I’m really good at, it’s spray painting things. Got a can of Flat Black Tremclad spray paint.
Cost = $7
Step 4 – Clean and paint the plastic side trays
Done and done. Rustoleum All Surface Spray paint in Flat Black. I love spray painting. It’s just so darn satisfying.
Cost = $9
Step 5 – Put it all back together and admire your handiwork
Step 6 – Grill some really good steak for supper
Cold smoked rib eye steak from The Bulk Cheese Warehouse. Yum. Thank you, Cow.
Total cost of the Ultimate BBQ Refurbishment = $116
You cannot buy a new gas grill barbecue for $116.
We win! And so does the landfill!
The only other thing we could have done was spray paint the actual body of the barbecue itself. When I was buying the spray paint, I noticed they have one specifically for high heat surfaces, such as barbecues or wood stoves. Ours is still in decent shape, but I might try this in the next few years if it starts to rust.
Happy Victoria Day! Enjoy the long weekend.
I have an old house. 1929. Sometime in the 1960s, “someone” decided to put a kitchen addition on the back of the house (Actually, I know exactly who that “someone” was. I researched the historical titles on the house. Thank you very much, Mary and Henry Dyck).
It is not a nice addition (wallboard, ceiling tiles, and dirty linoleum), nor was it well planned out. There is no flow and there never will be. It simply doesn’t work because there are three doorways in the kitchen – the entrance to the kitchen from the hallway, the back door from the kitchen to the yard, and the gawd-awful pantry in the corner.
I am going to share some embarrassing photos. My pantry is a mess. Always. I don’t think it’s my fault. I blame the Dycks. Plus, I truly believe there is just no good way to corral Tupperware containers into some semblance of neatness and order. (Deep breath) Okay. Here goes:
I tried to organize it. Once. I labeled the shelves, I sorted the plastic containers, I purged things I no longer use. But it’s no use. Within mere hours, it is like a mini-tornado touched down in there.
Anyway, the whole point of this is that it’s my project for next week. I’m going to clean. I’m going to purge (more). I’m going to paint. I’m going to whip that pantry into shape, damn it!
And if anyone has any tips on how to organize Tupperware, for the love of all that is good and holy, TELL ME!
Have a great weekend.