As is typical, I’ve got a few irns in the far.
Oh, you don’t understand?
Years ago, The Mister was like, “Can you not just pick a thing?” No, I cannot pick a thing. I like reading and writing and gardening and cooking and baking and quilting and painting and making collages and scrapbooking and DIY.
Drew was quick to point out that my having several things makes me a more interesting person. Ooh, now I’m interesting?
Interesting or not, I don’t think I could ever be a person who does one thing at a time.
What would I do while the cake cools and the sprinkler runs? Those are opportune moments to do other things!
So, this weekend, I’m painting the interior of my kitchen cabinets. I had planned to remove the cabinet doors for good, which The Mister was not a fan of, and which I discussed at length with Beauty Queen, even verifying with Mr. F about what pieces I could remove. (Like I am understanding of the structural integrity of my cabinets, pshaw!) They’re homemade built-ins. Most people would probably tear them out and put in some “updated” cabinets. I won’t. They don’t build them like this anymore. The cabinets are sturdy, which is one of the many things I love about my old house, but I grow weary of shelf liner and the look of eighty years of use.
Despite his aversion to open cabinetry, The Mister took the doors off because he loves me, and two days later, I decided I no likey the way it looks, so he can hang those bad boys back up when I’m done painting.
Oh, the difference a coat of paint makes! I realize you can’t see the difference in the photo, but I assure you, it’s improved. Semi-gloss, thank you very much, because I dunno who would paint kitchen walls and cabinets with flat paint, but people do. Don’t be those people.
The battle for clean laundry continues, because, if you can imagine, these people I live with seem to think they need to wear clean, warm clothes every time they leave the house, and apparently not everyone has spent the last decade collecting panties. *shrugs*
I did find narrow laundry hampers, and I am so pleased. Three of them fit perfectly in the back hallway, and we can still walk through! Oh em gee, y’all, it’s a laundry miracle!
According to Facebook, one of my friends did a mountain of laundry and people think she’s amazing, which made me jealous. I mean, I do laundry every week! Am I not amazing, too?!? The Mister told me if I do all of our laundry today, he will indeed be amazed. Challenge accepted.
We’re not going to talk about how I still haven’t sanded the back hallway for painting, and how I still haven’t found a suitable material for my message board. Also, it’s totally fine if all the wall hangings for that hallway are resting by the back door.
Tonight, boxes upon boxes will be taken to the curb. Always make sure your packages are delivered right before recycling pick up.
Moo is keeping the biggest box for a bit.
I got my compost container out yesterday, pulled The Mister’s manbag from the closet, removed the drill and spent a good five minutes figuring out how to change the bit. It’s a drill I haven’t used before, and it happens to need a key, and well, I worked it out. Then I attempted to drill air holes into the container, which resulted in a lovely polka dot pattern, but no holes. I could not believe I wasn’t strong enough to make holes! I cursed my hands and left that to The Mister. It took him less than five minutes to put hundreds of holes in it, because he’s a tool god
he didn’t have it in reverse.