This past weekend, we didn’t work much on our to do list. That’s not to say we didn’t work. We just didn’t work on noticeable, blog worthy projects. Instead, we loaded up some of the dirt pile Craigslist responders wanted. Ben worked a little more on digging out areas and leveling out the back yard. We cleaned, organized, Ben baked, and I spray painted a few things. Yesterday you saw one of those things, faux billy buttons. While organizing my office, I pulled out an empty, ugly brown file drawer just like this one.
I bought at the thrift store, oh, two years ago and never used. It was five bucks and I figured I could use it for something. Well, I figured out that something. For the last few months, I’ve been storing the boys’ wet bath toys in a cheap metal bucket on the vanity shelf. I didn’t like that the ugly toys were left in the open. So I checked to see if the toys would fit in the drawer. They did, so I dug around my stash of spray paint in the laundry room, coming out with a can of primer and another can of metallic silver paint. A quick scrub with a rag, a light coat of primer, two coats of silver, and a few hours to cure in the sunlight, I brought it inside.
To prevent rusting of the inside, I popped in a cheapie plastic bin before loading the toys in.
That creepy eye belongs to Woody from Toy Story. You’re welcome. Toys are still easy to get at sitting on the bottom shelf (next to a basket for toilet paper and soap), but out of sight.
As you can see, the vanity isn’t finished.
We still have to build the false fronts, then repaint the whole vanity. I should probably dust it sometime, too.
Please tell me you buy things from thrift stores and don’t use them for months or years. Where/how do you store bath toys?
P.S. You’ve gotta love Montana weather. This summer has been hotter and drier than most, with no measurable precipitation in September. We’re ready for a change. Yesterday was clear, sunny skies with near 80 degree temps. Last night, Montana treated us to a beautiful sunset.
This morning started with rain and quickly turned to snow.
Big, slow falling flakes, too. I feel like a kid again. Our first snow day. Welcome.
Vincent told Everett, “Look at the snow on the deck. It’s not watching where it’s falling.” That’s right, snow does not discriminate.
I had plans for today, but maybe I’ll sit back, relax, watch a movie with the boys, and drink hot chocolate. Yes, that sounds perfect.