I Have A Project...

Those who know me will know I will be obsessed.  I was going to feel sorry for myself and curl into a fetal position and wallow in self pity.  I decided I can choose to make a big deal of the unexpectedly horrible weather or I can take advantage of it. I worked inside.

Here's my saw horse substitute

with my wood

and my saw.

Bare feet in the saw dust.

Remember the measure twice cut once rule?  Well it did not work for me.  I measured many times and cut many times and even had to shave the edge.  I had a ball!!!

I tried to keep up with the saw dust.  Rolled some rugs out of the way and went to work. I used a green pencil to make my marks just because that is the one I found.

I misplaced my pencil often.

Searching for the screws changed my path. 

I sorted and I won't have to dig next time.

I side tracked and added an antique purex jug to dust.

Chose some more brown bottles recently excavated

to top the old school desk.

What did I build?

That's another post

and a half day away.

Cleaning The Junk Drawer...

Admit it.  We all have one.  You know the drawer where every thing goes that we don't want to put away or don't know what is.  Yep, that drawer!  In most of my homes, it has always been in the kitchen.  Here I have more than one.  There's one in the mill chest, one in the kitchen and one in my sitting area.

I've been working on one in the kitchen today.  Inherited from my parents added to by all of us, it was quite the drawer.  I wish I had thought to take pictures before I began but don't worry I have other drawers waiting for the camera.

The Drawer after two thirds is gone!

I neatly gathered all my empty plastic containers, labeled them, nails, screws, bolts, washers, brackets and water things...things that have to do with plumbing or repairing anything that carries water.  I always have one labeled Things I Do Not Know. These containers will be combined with or join the ones already carefully labeled in my tool-construction-things you always need-closet. 

It's not completed yet, too many interruptions, like laundry, dishes, feeding the guys, but I'm closer than I was.  I now have enough keys to be a janitor.  Who knows what they fit but I can snap them on my belt and feel important anytime I need an extra picker-upper.

The drawer next in line.