Something you probably didn't know about me: When I was little (maybe I was like 12...so not so little), I wanted to grow up to be a cat photographer. Our cat had kittens and I was like Jackpot! I shoved their furry little bodies into doll clothes and posed them with cat toys. The most spectacular thing was that this was pre-digital camera days. That meant you had 24 chances to get the perfect cat pose and then you had to pay lots of money down at the Shoppers Drug Mart and wait a week to get them developed. Boy how the times have changed. My cats are lucky I don't dress them in doll clothes. I may have been on to something there.
L it under Living in an apartment has its benefits, but most of the time it leaves you wondering where to store things. One thing I have never been able to find a proper space for are my dish towels. At one point I was storing them in the bathroom cupboard...until I realized how gross that was.
One day I found a plastic drawer at a thrift store and I knew right away it had to go under my sink for storage. Unfortunately, it was too wide for my kitchen sink cupboard space so it currently organizes my belongings under my bathroom sink.
I still longed to have some organization under my kitchen sink though but sadly couldn't find anything that would fit in that short space.
Mason had one of those plastic carts in his room and I had always wanted to roll it under his desk but it was just too tall.
It took me tripping over it and it coming apart to realize that each drawer is separate. Then I got the brilliant idea to separate two drawers (only two would fit under the sink) and store my dish cloths and cleaning cloths.
I love it and it solved two problems!
Now I just have to find a way to organize the other side and I will be happy with the area under my sink!
Just wanted to share this little tip with you so you don't have to store your dish towels in your bathroom like I did!
This was our eleventh Easter together. You would think I had this down by now. Truth is, I'm still that mom that shops around the night before Easter hoping to score a good deal. This year, there was a chocpocalypse in my city. Stores were completely raided for any kind of chocolate. The only chocolate left was the insanely expensive or the smooshed up semi-expensive chocolate that was still semi-expensive because, well there was none left anywhere else!
I got a few little things, but decided in the end the chocolate didn't really matter *gasp* ...and you know what? The chocolate didn't matter. Not one bit.
His favourite Easter "gift" was a giant 3 foot inflatable Frisbee. We took turns throwing it to each other (in the snow) and then throwing it as hard as we could. We even threw it off the roof of the parking garage...because why not!
Then we came in and dyed some Easter eggs. I usually try to avoid the egg dyeing because eggs are food and food is money and who wants to eat blue hard boiled eggs. Guess what? Blue hard boiled eggs taste the same and you actually can eat decorated eggs. Who knew? Not me!
|Liz supervised the egg dyeing. So glad to have her input for this process.|
We've come a long way from the hollow Spongebobs and melted monster trucks.
PS - I went to the store today and got all the 50% off Easter chocolates. For some reason Easter chocolate tastes so much better when it's 50% off.